#and he was cocky enough to think the clan wouldn’t be an issue

[tankshaw]

h-hey guys did we ever get an answer for why quinn was at wonderworld when he attacked fred and bright? why a rogue vampire felt safe enough encroaching on a known clan’s territory. like he’d definitely be able to sense the wards and sam (and whoever else was on guard duty). so why was here there???

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Your blog is the reason why I fell in love with the first-years as both a group and as individual characters; and if there is still room in your inbox for more chaos, may I request headcanons on how each of them and Mc would reveal to their friends and dorm members that the two of them have started dating? Thank you for all the first-year content!

For EBG bulli purposes, tagging @momochiiiiiiiiii and @panacea-wishes.

Curiouser and Curiouser...

All of Heartslabyul--heck, all of NRC--knows that you and Ace are an item long before you have finished mulling over how to tell your friends. Why? Because Ace--that loudmouth--has been bragging about it all day and night! Why shouldn’t he boast?

He’s nabbed such an awesome partner, so it only feels right to rub it in everyone else’s face! Ace also takes this chance to sing his own praises--he’s so cool, right? Who wouldn’t fall for his charms?

Ace makes a big show of touching you while he’s telling others about your dating. A hand on your shoulder, or around your waist, or in your own hand... it’s a subtle way of showing the world just how real your relationship is now.

Despite his cockiness, Ace does get embarrassed when the time comes to tell his family! He tries to keep his cool when his older brother teases him (”Aw, my sweet little bro finally found a S/O, huh? You’re growing up so fast!”), but he just ends up stuttering and flushed.

The first people Deuce tells about his new S/O are his mom and grandma! He’ll get a video call going so you can have the chance to meet and greet Mama and Grandma Spade...!

Deuce also brags! Unlike Ace though, his bragging is entirely focused on you--how much of a good person you are, how much he admires you, and now you encourage him to be a better man every day He’s very lucky to have you as his one and only.

He blurts out that you’re dating him in the middle of a conversation with his fellow first years. The topic of love just happened to come up, so now’s a good of a time as any! Unfortunately, his nerves get the better of poor Deuce and his message comes out all garbled and stilted!

Deuce respects his upperclassmen, but he doesn’t see a reason tell them about the person he is intimate with. He’s pretty formal toward his upperclassmen, so to speak with them about such casual matters is unthinkable!

Jack doesn’t bother announcing it to anyone, not even his friends or family, if you leave him to his own devices. He  won’t even bring up that he’s dating you unless someone directly asks him about it. In his eyes, it’s better to keep it to himself since it’s his business and no one else’s.

When he does confess about your relationship, he speaks of it rather simply albeit accompanied by a light blush. If you’re his S/O, then you’re his S/O, and people don’t need to overreact or treat it like it’s such a big deal--it’s embarrassing to be asked about it!

He remains very tight-lipped around his dorm members. Again, Jack doesn’t feel the need to share every aspect of his personal life with others--plus, he doubts that Leona and Ruggie would care to hear it.

No words are really needed. Everyone can tell you’re dating just from the way Jack gazes at you adoringly. On top of that, the Savanaclaw students can just smell his scent clinging to you, since you’re together so often!

Epel’s very blunt with his announcement! He doesn’t see a need to dance around the issue or to use long, fancy words. Love is just love, after all--and besides, his friends should support his relationships, right?

Epel becomes a lot more giddy and rowdy when he tells his family about you! The whole Felmier clan welcomes you with open arms and boisterous laughter. 

He’s going to keep you under lock and key from Vil! Epel’s worried sick that Vil won’t approve of you one bit, and he wants to spare you from the misery that he endures on a daily basis. If his dorm leader asks, he’ll have to pass you off as “just a friend”.

Rook is much harder to lie to. Epel just knows that Rook knows exactly what’s up, especially given his penchant for stalking and collecting information. Oddly enough though, Rook has been keeping the information to himself. (Epel suspects it’s because Rook is a sucker for romance stories and wants to see how your relationship plays out., but he’s not gonna complain.)

The first people to know will be his Diasomnia family. You’ll have met them long before you formally started dating, because Sebek said that he needed to get approval from his young master before he formally began to court you.

The whole affair was rather stiff (mostly on account of Sebek insisting that you follow a complicated, archaic ritual)! It involved several candles, a dark room, an offering of a goblet of wine grape juice, and special robes... Wait. Was that really a means of securing Malleus’s blessing, or was that a cult ritual?

Sebek happily declares your relationship status as “official” to your friend group as soon as he has secured permission from Malleus. He says it loud and proud too--the entire school probably hears him.

... Actually, everyone just ends up knowing about it sooner or later anyway because of how much Sebek tends to you, as well as how often he praises you! At this point, you think even the heavens above know all about you and Sebek dating.

[animeomegas]

Heyoo I was wondering, would you ever like to talk about your characterization of the characters? Bc for example, neji, what would you say his personality is like? Bc I know he’s more reserved but on your latest fic he was also a bit of a tease so I’m not sure how he acts😅 sorry if it’s too confusing you totally don’t have to answer! <3

(I love characterisation! I'd be happy to do this, let me give you some of the things I keep at the forefront of my mind when characterising Neji.)

Firstly: Why I wrote that part about him being a bit of a tease

Neji is a confident person by default. He trusts himself, he knows his abilities, and he knows when he can win (most of the time). When Neji is sure of himself, he is confident to the point of cocky. However, when Neji is unsure of the situation or his own abilities, Neji is very hesitant. He doesn't like to get things wrong or go into unknown situations without preparing first. So, for the majority of the heat that I wrote about, Neji is very nervous and unsure. He's only had one heat before a the current one, and it was very different. But, after the kiss, Neji is a little more confident and teasing. Why? Because he knows how kissing works, he's done it before, he knows he's good at it. I mentioned in the story that the kissing was something of a comfort to Neji, and this is why. The confidence/teasing can only happen when Neji feels sure of himself. Hope that explains it!

Key points of Neji's characterisation:

(These are the things I try to keep in mind when I'm writing him.)

1. His relationship to his clan - A key part of Neji's characterisation is the bitterness he feels towards his clan. Between the seal, his general treatment and his father's death, Neji has a lot to blame on his clan. In my AU, his infertility and painful heats are also added to that list. This bitterness never goes away, but he does learn how to channel it towards those who deserve it (rather than poor Hinata) as he gets older. This affects Neji's life in a couple of ways. He seeks to distance his child from the clan as much as possible, he only see medics at the hospital, not the clan medics etc.

2. Enjoyment of traditional past times and general calm surroundings - While the majority of his upbringing wasn't great, Neji is at least well suited to the more traditional lifestyle in the Hyuuga clan. He enjoys tea and keeping a traditional garden, he likes traditional furniture made from natural materials etc. He also likes things to be calm and organised wherever he can. Neji is very much a morning person and likes to enjoy tea on the veranda early in the morning where there is no one to bother him. Neji also raises his children in the same way, although he's more lenient when they're older, but at first, he bans TV and boisterous behaviour in the house and prioritises manners etc. He only allows wooden furniture and handmade toys in his childrens' rooms.

3. Sense of humour - Neji has a very dry sense of humour and a pretty sharp wit. It wouldn't be obvious to anyone who wasn't close to him, but Neji enjoys making the 'under your breath' style comments that can be very amusing for those close enough to hear. A lot of people assume he has no sense of humour, but everyone does, his is just quiet and reserved for those he trusts.

4. The home self vs the outdoor self - This is a pretty common Japanese idea which says that a person is very different inside their own home compared to when they leave. This is absolutely true for Neji. He keeps his emotions firmly under wraps in public. No PDA, no crying, no mushy talk, nothing, he thinks it's inappropriate. But at home, he's softer and more willing to express himself (although he's still a reserved person.) Going out with Neji to a restaurant and having dinner with him at home are very different experiences, although neither are bad. Neji hiding his emotions in public is very important to his characterisation, I would say.

Also, to end, I once wrote a list of key differences between Sasuke and Neji, because I find they have a lot in common and I wanted to be careful when characterising them. Here's some of the things I had down if you're interested:

1. Neji hates his clan and Sasuke holds an almost unhealthy amount of admiration for them.

2. Neji has a dry sense of humour and Sasuke has a very strange sense of humour. Most people can't tell if Sasuke is joking or not. Most of the time, he's just sarcastic to the point of being rude lol.

3. Neji takes to parenting very well and very easily and Sasuke struggles a lot, despite both of them being just as desperate to have pups.

4. Sasuke struggles with allowing himself to be loved romantically but is okay sexually, Neji struggles with allowing himself to let go sexually, but is okay romantically.

5. Neji defaults to communicating nonverbally (hints, body cues, talking around something), Sasuke defaults to no communication (avoidance of issues, brooding)

There are obviously a lot more, but those are the ones that come up most in my writing and so I always keep these in mind.

Hope that all made sense and answered your question! I love writing things like this, and they don't count as requests, so send them in any time <3

[criminalmutantsins]

My Version of the Hamato Family

Hi everyone! Thank you for reading and liking part one. It made my day!

So, this is where I shine in writing. I love creating characters and their backstory; it’s so fun. I think it is more important to focus on characters than the plot since a character can create the storyline- well at least for me.

I’m excited to share! Hope you enjoy!

Comment your thoughts! It would be cool to read them! 😁

……………………..

 Leonardo:

We’re starting with the usual leader-in-blue!

Although I adore Leo, his “perfect” personality can get a little boring. His versions usually have flaws, though they are the kind that makes you sympathize with him rather than feeling indifferent like with Raph’s anger issues.

Season 1 Leo would be a toned-down Rise Leo. He can be cocky when he succeeds over his brothers and would jokingly comment how he is Splinter’s favorite. However, it doesn’t come without hard work. Leo trains the most out of his brothers and spends most of his time studying fighting techniques. He is not naturally talented in ninjitsu like the past incarnations. Also, Leo’s motivations for training very hard and wanting to be leader is more for himself than anything.

Compared to his brothers, Leo was relatively average. Donnie was extremely smart, Mikey had his kind and joyful soul, and Raph was naturally a great fighter. Leo felt left out and decided that training to be a hero would be his way of standing out. He also believed that being special like his brothers was the only way to get Splinter’s attention; and it kind of worked. With all the progress Leo made, Splinter praised him, and they had a way to connect.

Around the beginning of S1(maybe ep. 5), Leo became the leader though how was different. Instead of Splinter deciding, the brothers did; the explanation was the turtles were a team and should make a consensus as one. This news made Leo ecstatic; he was finally living his dreams. Even so, he didn’t realize the baggage and responsibility a leader had to shoulder. Over the course of the story Leo grows as a great leader and fighter.

The Karai/Leo subplot will follow the 2003 version. He is convinced that Karai is a good person and tries to have her switch sides. There will be romantic feelings but its not the main motivation for both of their actions. I can’t say too much since this plot revolves around Karai more.

   Donatello:

Donnie is a blend of 2003/12 versions. He is intelligent with an extremely high IQ and was a gifted child. However, his intelligence came with a cost; making connections with his brothers and father was really tough for him because of their different interests. This left him withdrawing from everyone and focusing on his inventions. His social skills evolve once the turtles visit the city and meet April. The increasing danger of the Kraang further builds his relationships since communication is important in teamwork, and Donnie’s talent in inventing grew more in the spotlight.

Because of her fascination with Donnie’s smarts and inventions, April and Donnie become good friends as the story continues. Donnie also gets close with April’s best friend, Irma since they are science lovers. At first, Casey irritates him as they have clearly different personality; Casey’s impulsive and extroverted attitude conflicting with Donnie’s plan-based mindset.

Donnie’s love for his family is showcased after witnessing a terrifying, apocalyptic future where his family suffers. Paranoia sets in. His work to calculate the cause of this terrible, and its solution leads Donnie to rarely take care of his needs. He has to learn to trust in others instead of doing things alone.

 Raphael:

Unlike Leo, Raph is instantly gifted in fighting. He has more physical strength than his brothers and would constantly beat them in practice. Since childhood, Raph was Splinter’s “favorite” in the dojo and that definitely got into the red-banded turtle’s head. He would brag to his brothers and jokingly poke fun at their techniques. It wouldn’t affect anyone. Except for Leo.

Raphael’s ego started taking hits once Leo caught up to him and beating him in practice once in a while. It turned into anger after noticing Master Splinter praising Leo more. The tension soured their brotherhood. Unlike most versions, Raph’s anger is fueled by insecurity. He believes that fighting is the only thing he is good at and will get territorial if his spotlight is threatened.

Throughout the story, he learns to move on from his demons and realize his worth.

Family is important to Raph. He can be hard on his brothers yet will do anything to keep them safe, especially Mikey- his positivity must be protected. Casey and Raph become best friends for their similarities and love for fighting- they are impulsive bros.

 Michelangelo:

Mikey’s role is to be the positive and glue of the team. He loves to make people happy and would always do something goofy or kind to do that. His family have nothing bad to say about their youngest member and are very protective of him. The youngest brother doesn’t take ninjitsu as seriously as skateboarding, dancing, or just general fun. Though, he will be serious when the situation calls for it, such as the fate of his family and the world.

Although being an open ear to anyone, Mikey is not open to expressing his negative emotions due to his fear of damaging the family dynamic. It is noticeable when he is upset because he jokes more often and not focus. A lesson he must learn is to accept the good and the bad. Mikey can be reckless, mostly when his brothers rarely let him participate in missions. He wants to prove to his family that he is strong enough to protect himself and others. Reading people is his best skill and takes great pride in it, usually taking on the role of a therapist.

 Splinter/Hamato Yoshi:

I really wanted to take Splinter’s role in the Shredder’s descent to evil in the grayer area. He is usually the victim/innocent party of the story, which can get boring after a while.

Hamato Yoshi was born as the heir to Hamato Clan and childhood best friend of Oroku Saki. The Hamato and Foot clan were allies for centuries and would usually fight by each other’s side. Matters changed when the Foot’s beliefs grew more sinister. This left the Hamato Clan to eradicate their former ally. Splinter saved Saki before he could be killed, though, it came with consequences. Oroku Saki vowed to exact revenge for his fallen home. Growing up, Splinter became one of the strongest martial artists in Japan and married a woman named Tang Shen, later becoming a father to a girl. His world ended once he saw his clan destroyed and his family killed by the renewed Foot Clan.

Yoshi decided to move to New York and forget his old life. Years later, the martial artist noticed strange people caging defenseless animals. He would fight them long enough to protect four humanoid turtles, deciding to keep them after a moment of compassion. Splinter would continuously fight the strange men until a strange liquid turned him into a rat. This turning point banished Splinter and the turtles to the sewers for protection.

Splinter equally loves his sons. He would always make sure to give them equal amounts of love to avoid lasting issues. Though, he has made some mistakes. Emotions were rarely discussed because of Splinter’s unintentionally withdrawn attitude. The rat master wouldn’t instantly notice problems between his sons, and usually didn’t know how to resolve them. No matter what, Splinter is proud of his children and would do anything to keep them safe; sometimes not realizing that it could hurt them.

Hamato Yoshi’s guilt and trauma over the terrible moments in his life would be the main focus of his development.

[satanic-fruitcake]

I was tagged by @yukichouji, thank you!! I honestly considered not doing this cos it was a lot of writing, but then I thought about his answers and felt the self indulgent need to put them out into the world :D

Note: the parts in brackets are supposed to be read as if they were written by the gossipy Orlaisian journalist doing the interview

So, without further ado,

Interview with Xavier Lavellan

(Below)

- Can you introduce yourself? - if I say no, will I be set on fire? (The Herald let’s put a Short, seemingly forced laugh) I digress, I’m Zav. Full name Xavier Lavellan, of the Lavellan clan, as the surname might entail. I’m also the Inquisitor. Hoorah.

- what’s your gender identity, sexual orientation and relationship status? - (he squints, silently scalding me for the gal of asking such a thing.) I’m sure everyone’s just dying to know so I’ll spill the beans. I’m not single. As for the other two... wouldn’t you like to know? (Scandalous!)

- where and when were you born? - in the Free Marches, 24 years ago.

- what is your weapon of choice and fighting style? Daggers are my best friend. I was never naturally gifted with the art of archery, like Elven stereotypes would have you believe. (A brief pause followed by whispered confession) my hands were too shaky.

- Lastly, are you happy? - (he tenses all over, visibly irked by the question) there’s a gaping hole leaking demons and shit all over Thedas, innocent people are dying over a stupid war, and I’m so “vital” I wasn’t aloud to attend the funeral of some of my clan when they were slaughtered a few months ago. I’m delighted. (Sarcasm. The Inquisitor and I agree now would be a good time to take a short break off the record)

FAMILY AND FRIENDS

- what’s your family like? What is your relationship with them? - they’re alive, well as far as I know. having a country between us is... something? (He shrugs and opens and closes his mouth a few times, but doesn’t say anything for a while) best leave it there for now. I’ve made many lasting friendships with the inquisition though!

- have you ever ran away from home? - (he throws his head back and cackles) where would I run to? Deeper into the woods? ALONE?! or perhaps into a Shem village where I would be chased away with pitchforks? No, I’ve never ran away.

- would you consider marriage or having kids? - Gods, no! I’m too immature and selfish for parenthood. But at least I’m self aware, right? As for marriage... who knows. Maybe I’ll change my mind someday, like every adult has been telling me my whole life. Not anytime soon, though. Not while the whole worlds burning, that’s for sure.

- do you secretly hate one of you friends? - no? Hate is a strong word. And more than that, a strong emotion, if I feel it, you’d know. I’m bad at being subtle. (He chuckles, somewhat darkly)

- which friend knows everything about you? - I could say something heartwarming about my very best friend, but why lie? Leliana, former Left Hand of the Divine, knows everything about me. She is a Spymaster after all. Wait, was I not supposed to say that?

ASKED BY FANS

- are you literate? - (He glares at me, a silent “are you fucking kidding me?!” Evident in his soft elven features. His one word answer is a stern one) yes.

-the eeriest prediction you made that later came true? - I’m not a witch, darling. (He shuffles in his seat, visibly struggling to relax after the last question. His tone softens when he next speaks) I’m actually pretty bad at that kind of thing.

- what is something you were embarrassingly late to realise? - (he lights up at the question, cracking a genuine and excited smile) just how MASSIVE dragons are! I’d never seen one before, they’re so majestic. And destructive.

- do you have any mental health or physical issues? You have seen the magical mark on my hand, yes? Does that count? (The inquisitor thinks I didn’t notice how he skipped the mental health part of the question. I decide it’s best to let it slide)

- what is your current main goal? - defeat the bad guy, restore order, maybe even bring enough peace for my true goal, which is happiness.

CHOICES

- drink or food? - I’m preeeeetty sure you need both, my darling. I don’t know, they’re both good? Such an odd question!

- cats or dogs? - the true question is, why isn’t nugs an option? (He smirks. Cheeky bastard, thinks he’s clever for answering my question with another question!)

- early bird or night owl? Early bird, I’ve always been a morning person, apparently it’s annoying!

- optimist or pessimist? - when you go through the things I have and walk out alive, it’s difficult to be pessimistic. Optimism keeps me going, for now.

HAVE YOU EVER

- been caught sneaking out? - no. Plus side of having parents who don’t pay you much attention, I suppose. You can come and go as you please! (He chuckles, probably hoping I won’t notice how sad that is)

- broken a bone? - twice. (Cocky smirk) I’m careful.

- received flowers? - (he pauses, surprised, then proceeds to gesture at himself as he answers) of course. you have seen me, haven’t you?

- ghosted someone? - (his tone becomes serious again) yes, once. I regret it. I was a stupid kid and she was so nice but oh so boring! I realise now I should’ve just been honest. (He covered his mouth in embarrassment)

- pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get? - no, once again, I’m bad pretending.

[nothisis-ridiculous]

Take Me Home Now: Chapter Three

Chapter Three: I Hear Her Voice in the Mornin' Hour

Set after the events of ME3.

A rewrite. Ao3.

FemShepxKaidan

Shepard," the cold voice greeted her, the mechanic gravel unneeding of the visive tone, "or is it the fragment of your former self?"

Jane's head craned slowly, letting her eyes rake over the colossal figure of the derelict Reaper that sat before her. Should she be trembling? Why was she trembling?

"Brave words, for a dead roach," she murmured, wavering in her conviction.

"Your victory accomplished our end goal; your struggle was in vain."

Jane looked away from the synthetic, training her vision on the open sky above her. Lifting a hand above her face to shield it from the afternoon sun. The Citadel was a stark presence in the sky. It was a thing of awe. Now it was a wreck. While four of the arms remained, it wasn't without severe damage to the remaining limbs. The bright center of civilization flickered, struggling to sustain itself after the attacks that likely left millions dead. With the detonation she caused.

"Was the price to defeat your salvation truly worth it? You may think your species achieved enlightenment, but will it last to see those vain promises through?" The Reaper grew louder, a hint of yellow reflecting across the glass-like surface of the optic lenses, "In your hubris, you have destroyed everything that kept your species together! Witness the Citadel! How many died for nothing? How many more will die from starvation? Disease? Eachother? Will you watch your peace crumble?"

Trying to block out the voice, she focused on the rations half-eaten in front of her. Another task she no longer took pleasure from, another waste. Feeling this heaviness was quickly becoming unbearable; she was a beacon for passion and fire. A goddamned, fucking hero. One with a will that ignited others, not a tired soldier that snuck away to avoid eating a full meal. Not someone questioning why they remained. The goddamned bit was right, at least, there was no luck here. Just beating after beating.

She was so alone.

Where were her friends? How long would she have to wait? After all they had been through, wouldn't they at least attempt to find her? She wasn't far from where she had made them leave her behind. Already, she had been back to the beacon several times over the fortnight since the LT had conscripted her into this ragtag community.

She needed the Normandy crew. Her mind whispered horrible things. Taunted and dogged her in each agonizing moment of calm. All she held was death, screaming, the weight of all the choices she made. Her soft place was nowhere to be found.

"This legacy you attempted will end in the spoiling of your name. Villanhood only matched by the word 'Reaper,'" The machine was rarely silent long, it was content to keep speaking filling the silence that Jane left, "a Shepard only heralding death and destruction, because your weakness was what you thought strength. Overconfidence always leads to downfall."

In a simmer of sudden rage, Jane gathered energy into herself, merging the familiar burn and tingle of dark matter and letting it stir just beneath the surface of her skin, pleasure, fury, and a twinge of pain. Just the way it should be. It released in a single burst.

"Pathetic."

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

The Recruit caught herself before she toppled ass over tea kettle, fists grinding into the ground before her to stabilize. Her signature move from cocky grin to a deadened expression had yet to sit right with him, but as he was learning about his woman, forcing an issue wasn't going to move it aside any quicker. Reflexively adverting his gaze to allow her pride the room to readjust and soothe her attitude. Most in his company did not understand his patience with the newest recruit, but they couldn't empathize with the bittersweet familiarity it welled up inside his heart.

With any luck, he could one day reiterate to his son how proud he was of him.

"LT," the woman chirped, a hint of a smile crawling up the side of her mouth.

"Recruit," the old man was looser with his smile. With an admonishing raise of an eyebrow, he drew a finger across her philtrum, "I see you've met our lawn gnome. Still haven't named him yet."

Jane's eyes rolled and a smile she could not fight spread across her features, "Harbinger," but the utterance came out with surprising severity.

"I'd have gone with Harold, Pookie even," he mumbled, dragging a handkerchief across the underside of her nose.

Just as quickly the moment was gone, she pulled away from him. A token of gratitude left in the form of a gentle smile, "did you come out here to bother me, or did you need something?"

This was the prickly personality he didn't care for as fondly. Requiring a brief moment to placate a moment of hasty rebuke, his gaze moved to the half-empty can and the lid that lay a few meters downwind—twice ignoring the blood that peppered the ground beneath her seat. Perhaps he didn't have the patience to baby another mouthy soldier, and she seemed content to throw herself away. But in the same vein, he had regretted doing that years ago with his own child. Sure, this woman was a stranger, but she belonged to someone that worried about her. His innate integrity could hold him out a bit longer.

"You know, we don't have enough supplies to be wasting it," Roy found something to vent the heat building inside.

Jane's bright blue eyes that reflected the setting sun snapped to the can, a wince revealing the words did strike something, "you eat it then. I've been watching you pawn off your rations."

He accepted the can, plopping a hearty portion into his mouth, "still tastes like shit."

"I could really go for some steak fries and chutney," Jane mused gently.

"I'm thinking I could make that happen."

The woman's full attention turned to him, the fine fuzz of her returning eyebrows raised at him.

"Give or take a few weeks."

"I'm assuming you have a plan?"

"Yeah," the man paused, testing out the recruit, the hold on her patience proving to outlast him for the first time, "I'm hoping to test out your skills. And you need to start earning your keep."

"Ready and willing, sir!" She snapped to attention, a foreign energy oozing from her at this moment. Not that he doubted her willingness to come along, he was just surprised to see her motivated to do something.

"Hold your horses, Recruit. You may not be so excited when you find out what we are doing," not that he had much doubt about her grit, "it should be a standard supply run. With a large Krogan exception."

"Krogan, sir?"

He nodded, "before this mess all started, I had a small orchard; I knew a guy from London that shared the hobby. He was more into plants in general, but anyway, I couldn't recall his exact address but knew about the general area his warehouse was located. It should be a rapidly growing, resistant crop. The problem is the Krogan found it first."

"Are we trying diplomacy or just rushing in?"

"I want to try the former, the ladder only if things go south. Some big wig Clan Urgnut-"

"Urdnot."

Roy cleared his throat, that did sound right, "Urdnot was holed up there. Smart move on their part. But they don't have a protected area with access to sufficient sunlight to grow anything, and more importantly...hopefully, they aren't likely to know how to grow the crop."

"You're hoping to grow it within the atrium?" it seemed the recruit was astute enough to guess at the plan without it needing to be spelled out, "trading access for food and maybe protection?"

"If we are lucky."

He had already began to act hopefully, ordering the healthy refugees under guard to start collecting and tagging soil for growing crops. They had some luck, even if it meant desecrating the dead's gardens. The corporate offices he felt less guilty about robbing them of soil.

Finding power had been an easier ordeal; military generators were easily plugged into the grid to power the essentials like heat and some lighting. Water filters were easily found, and London's preference toward rain lent them an easy water source. They weren't foolish enough to rely on a regular storm pattern and already had begun to build a reserve of water. Communication was an entirely separate issue- they needed to find an engineer and fast. Or rely on another splinter group to fulfill that gap. On the subject of protection, he didn't want to let on how direly he needed the talks to go peacefully. Once word got around that they could produce food, the untold number of refugees and nefarious forces pounding on their doors would create unfathomable problems.

But all this conjecture was counting chickens before the eggs hatched.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Jane kept her assignment besides the Lieutenant with minimal complaint. They couldn't know that keeping watching along occupied territory was old news to her. While she was used to point, settling into the left flank was quickly done.

It was nice not being the center of attention, without the burden of anyone looking to her for guidance. Without the worry of making a wrong call, she could let down some of the instinctual guard associated with the position of leader. Luckily a hard call wasn't required for this part of the journey, the few-kilometer trip went by without incident.

"LT," she pressed once the first evidence of a perimeter came into view, "have you ever met a Krogan before?"

The male on her right smirked, rolling his eyes. Roy stopped, pulling a deep breath. Some of his stoic calm wearing at the edges. Jane knew this wasn't because of her, she had yet to do anything that would constitute annoying the man. He was nervous.

"No, but how different can they be?"

The man chuckled, "I heard they're almost mindless brutes."

Jane threw him a sharp glare, "they're the rough and tumble type, but not mindless. I'd suggest reminding him of home."

She could guarantee cooperation if Shepard wanted to come out. Shepard liked to remain locked away anymore.

While the man to her right heavily rolled his eyes, Roy seemed to take it under consideration. His gaze flickered back to the path before them, hesitation now more detectable in his manner.

"Maybe you-"

Roy's voice stopped with the interruptions of Jane's pistols suddenly unfurling to full length.

"Don't stop," a gruff Krogan voice called, "I'm looking for a fight."

A second voice was a little more reasonable, "what is your business? This is Krogan territory."

"Human territory," the man retorted with surprising gusto, "you overfeed iguana."

For his bravery, the man collided with the road the third but silent Krogan finding the insult not to his liking. The first Krogan spurred on by his comrade shoved Roy aside, the older man spun without resistance to the ground, "humans are so soft."

Jane was purely lucky that the more tolerable Krogan was nearest to her. It didn't make her less angry. Yes, pushing over the douche of a specimen was permitted but bringing the old man into it? She expected better of Clan Urdnot. Pissed off, the female stormed for the offending Krogan.

Now, she wasn't foolish enough to go in guns blazing, but she knew a better way to deal with the offending reptile. According to Zaeed the spot she had to hit corresponded with a weak spot on the species' frontal plate. If she had a knife and the gall to do so, she could rip that piece off and cause the Krogan to panic. But on the less violent and more in line with the peacekeeping mission she had a superior move: simple, elegant, and a returning item on her personal bucket list.

Headbutting another Krogan.

In retaliation, he glowed blue.

It never came to fruition as the reasonable member stepped between them, "you have offended her krant. Let it go." But his smirk didn't go unnoticed, "what do you want?"

"We're here to speak with Wrex."

The Krogan chuckled, "you have an impressive quad. But I don't think the clan leader is interested in what you have to say."

"You really want to test that? Would we really be here if wasn't important," Shepard's fire returned, "what other reason would we have to seek out the Krogan?  Certainly not for the fight." She motioned toward the two with her.

The Krogan gave an exasperated sigh, "fine, but only one of you. The other two wait."

Jane pivoted and proffered an open hand to the LT, "this is your ball game, sir. Do us proud."

[rhmg-au]

Prequel part 1.

Thinking of some endings for the final confrontation, would try to get them out once I complete the prequel first.

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TW: Torture, blood, gore, restraints

(Mod Swanno: Edited with the read more option due to length and content!)

Eyes fluttered rapidly in the dark, the aching pain ran rampant throughout his entire body, the tears in his uniform exposing his skin to the coldness in the room from the lack of heat inside. Two figures seem to be in front of him, chatting with one another.

He let out an involuntary groan of pain, causing the two to turn to them. They look familiar.

“Awake already, Price? Thought you’d be knocked out for at least for few more hours.”

At that statement, the memories flooded back to him, as if he was in the sea in the middle of a big storm, only he was alone on a boat, the lighting and crashing waves wanting to throw him off the only thing keeping him from drowning.

The fighting, the snapping, the discovery.

———

A knock was heard on his door, he was in one of the rooms made for soldiers who needed to rest after a tiring mission or just stay for a break from their duties. His mind was wandering in its own little world, trying to think of ways to get rid of that monster he calls his general, he’s not noble anymore, after what he witnessed him doing to a Toppat, though he is a criminal, it was still so cruel to strip him of his memories and forcefully turn them to their side, and how it was carried out was…too brutal to watch or even hear for that matter. How could he live with himself after such a heinous act?

Those thoughts were carried to the back of his mind when that sound caused by a hand repeatedly hitting the door from the other side to get someone else’s attention inside.

“Rupert? May I come in?”

It’s him, it’s time to play the role of the actor again.

“You may, general.”

Galeforce entered the room as soon as the request to come inside was approved by the soldier, closing it behind him. His smile looked so normal that no one would ever guess that he did so many terrible acts behind that mask.

“What is it you need, sir?” Rupert asked, straightening his posture, and making sure to wipe his face clean from any form of an expression full of hatred. He cannot reveal his true feelings towards the man, or anyone for that matter. They can be loyalists to him, blinded by their duties to ever consider siding with him. No one is safe to talk to about his issues.

“Are you…actually loyal to the government, Mr. Price? I was informed by Dr. V that you were acting quite strange these past few days, and she has a suspicion that you’re a traitor.”

These words caught Rupert off-guard. They knew? How…how could they know? He thought he hid it so well, concealed it from everyone, how, just how?! Did someone snitch on him? “I, I am loyal sir. I was just thinking about my next missions those past days is all.” He was praying that he would buy it, he couldn’t risk to be found out of his resent. He knew it wouldn’t be anything but bad.

“Then tell me…do you know about the latest piece of technology we developed?” What was that supposed to mean? Naively, he shook his head, realizing too late that he made a crucial mistake by doing that.

Galeforce’s smile contorted into a smirk, one that is full of malice. That never meant good, at all. “A device that allows us to know who is lying by just hearing their words and their tone. Think of it like a lie detector, but a better version.” He took out the little gadget, the design was rather basic, just a square shaped piece of metal with antennas sticking out, a screen was visible with lines rapidly going up and down. Such a simple yet complex device. And it’ll be used for an occasion like this. “It’s still in the alpha stages, consider yourself honoured since you’re the first one we’re using to test it.” He took a good look at the lines. “And would you look at that, judging by the way the lines are moving, it detected that you’re lying.”

“No, no sir, are you sure it’s just a misinterpretation? An error?” Rupert knew that he was screwed, yet he still tries to deny it. Anything to get him out of this situation. Anything.

“Sorry to say, Price, but Dr. V told me these lines represent when someone is lying. It is no bug for sure.”

That was the answer he was dreading to hear.

“Now, do you remember what happens to those who are traitors? Or, for you, a potential traitor? You have quite the disdain for me, and that leads to backstabbing.” Galeforce pocketed the device, that grin turning sadistic now.

There was nothing left to hide. He saw through his facade, and now he has the information that he harbours distaste for him.

“You really think I would let something like that slide? What you did was absolute torture! How could you consider yourself to be human after what’d you done?! He may have been a Toppat, but you didn’t have to go to the extreme! What the hell is wrong with you?! Did you even think about how the Toppats feel?! That you took away someone who was so valuable to them, both personally and usefully, did you ever consider that?! Tell me, was there a time you even felt some sympathy?!” He couldn’t contain his rage anymore, he had to snap. It was in there for too long for him to ever hold it back, he may hate the Toppat Clan, but even he couldn’t deny that what Galeforce did crossed the line.

Galeforce didn’t responded, instead he took a step forward. Then another one. His face blank, showing no emotion, no care, no concern, no astonishment, no happiness, only apathy. Before he eventually leapt out and attacked him, like a wild animal would when it sees potential prey.

Rupert didn’t hesitate to fight back, both of them knocked to the ground. He raised his hand to counteract the opposing one ready to strike, catching it in time before it could land a hit on his face. Immediately afterwards, he caught the other hand that threatened to finish what the other arm wanted to begin.

“You could’ve been a valuable soldier here, had you not raise this hatred inside of you.” Galeforce taunted, ripping his hand out of his grasp and grabbed his hair that still stuck out from his hat, pushing his head forward.

“What was I supposed to do? Watch you turn someone into a relentless slaughtering puppet to do your dirty work? That isn’t how anything should go!” Rupert gave him a hard punch, directly on the nose. He wasn’t sure if he broke it, but blood poured out from the openings, a good indicator to confirm his suspicions.

Galeforce didn’t get knocked out, though the sudden punch to the face disoriented him for a few seconds, giving the resentful soldier enough time to rip himself out of his grasp and push him off, making a break for it to the door.

He didn’t make it, because of course he didn’t.

He was yanked back by his uniform, the grasp so tight and so harsh that he felt the cloth made to create this suit tear, and before he knew it, he was thrown against the wall, black starting to tease around the edges of his eyes from how hard his head hit the concrete.

“It’s the least I could do, trust me, I would do much worse.” Blood dripped down from his nose, staining the floor with the crimson substance.

“I don’t need to see them to know you’re a horrible person. I’ll beat the shit out of you and I’ll expose you and your heinous deeds.” Rupert shakily got up, it was rather hard when you’re close to blacking out from a strong hit on the head, but it was manageable.

“Still being cocky as ever? That’s biggest downside to you, always so certain you can do everything no matter how impossible it may seem. How cute.” Galeforce’s smirk increased in size as he approached him, taking him by the neck and lifted him off the ground, feet barely touching the floor. The soldier threw his hands onto the wrist of the general, suffocation is very likely if he was not released soon.

“It’s…not impossible…to get you…dismissed…” With his windpipe blocked, air couldn’t get inside to his lungs, affecting his breathing and speaking abilities.

“Dismissed? Why, so many ridiculous ideas run through your mind these past few days huh?” Galeforce released his grip on Rupert, letting him fall to the floor gasping for breath for a moment.

“They’re…logical…not ridicu…lous…” Regaining his strength albeit a bit slowly, he threw his fist at the general, aiming for his chest. The sleeve on the arm of his clenched hand was caught, yanking him to his feet so violently that another tear was made in his uniform, as well as causing pain to his arm due to how hard it was pulled, almost out of its socket. It took all of his willpower and gritting his teeth to not scream from the pain travelling up the limb.

“You must be forgetting that I’m a general, the public believes me as a good-intentioned nobleman who brings criminals to justice. Nothing can ever convince them otherwise.” Galeforce brought his face close to the soldier’s, letting him see that wicked grin close up, which only succeeded in letting his glare darken. He took ahold of his arm, tightening the grip instantly, as an attempt to prevent escape.

“Not if I get evidence, your acts are inhumane, no one deserves a fate like that.” Rupert spat, bringing his knee up and kicking him right in the stomach, using all of his strength in that one blow.

This action caused Galeforce to stumble back, releasing his grip on his arm in the process. Taking this opportunity, the soldier opened up the door, running out of the room. He needed to get out of here, now.

The attempt at escape didn’t work, as the general caught up with him easily, sending him crashing to the floor as he felt a heavy weight fall onto his body, He looked up, the black around his eyes more prominent.

Before his irises could see who was there, even though he already knew who, a fist collided with his head, causing the void in his eyes to finally take over.

The last thing he remembered before blacking out were these words:

“Really thought you could get away? Now, you’ll face the consequences.”

———

Everything was made clear now.

“What is this place?” His voice sounded weak, probably from the lack of water. “Are you going to robotize me like Green? Is that it?”

“No, something much worse. But now that you mentioned it, it would be a great idea. For now though, we have something else planned.” Galeforce answered, that grin so sinister it might as well be considered taking a spot on the most evil smiles list, if one was created that is.

“I would like to turn you into walking weapon, but I still need to monitor Green for the time being. Consider yourself lucky.” Dr. V added, sharing the same smirk as the one on Galeforce.

Rupert tried to throw a fist in either of their faces, but when he did, his hand never moved. Instead, he was greeted with the coldness of a metal cuff holding his hand down on one of the arms of the chair he was sitting in. It’s likely his other wrist was also in the same state as his left one. Though it should’ve been expected, it still shocked him. He was being restrained.

“Oh, I forgot to mention that you aren’t going to be able to leave. You’ll spend the rest of your days here rotting away while we make you realize just how stupid you are to doubt my acts of protection.” Galeforce informed, as if the feeling of the bindings on his wrists weren’t made clear to him enough.

“Protection?! You call that protection?! You hurt someone beyond the point of acceptance and you call that protection?! What the hell is wrong with you?!” Despite his throat hurting after such an outburst, Rupert called him out on that statement of absurdity. Still thinking he’s a hero after everything? Even criminals don’t deserve that happening to them.

“It’s for the greater good. Besides, would you want a cyborg to be roaming free with those crooks?”

“He’s still human!”

“Criminals aren’t humans if they don’t have morals.”

“And you aren’t human if you feel no sympathy for them! Think about the hardships they went through that forced them to turn to crime and we never noticed! If anything, it’s the government’s fault!”

“…Dr. V, do your work.”

“Yes, sir.”

The blonde took out a pair of surgical scissors from her lab coat, walking over to the soldier, who is now struggling in the cuffs that held him in a one spot.

“Let’s begin the lesson, shall we?” Dr. V said, holding the surgical scissors over his face for a moment before snipping a part of his skin with them, blood immediately dripping out from where she made the cut.

Rupert grounded his teeth together, not wanting to give either of them the satisfaction of hearing him in such pain. He knew it would only bring more trouble if he gave them the reaction they wanted to hear, so no screaming. Just endure the pain all enough for something else to occur that causes them to leave. Like boredom or duties.

When no strong reaction came from the soldier, Dr. V dug the blades of the scissors deeper into his flesh, sliding it along slowly and painfully, intending to stop at his cheek if no signs of a scream comes soon. This was only the beginning. The next stages are much, much worse.

Despite the fiery pain growing inside of him from the scissors digging into his skin, Rupert still didn’t give them what they wanted out of him. His teeth were gritted so tightly together to suppress it the best he could. Blood started to leak into his mouth, that metallic taste made clear from the get go. He has to stay strong, this wasn’t the worse thing that happened to him. Seeing Dave getting fired and him going missing were much worse than experiencing torture…

Nothing, no reaction. “You’re stronger than you look. Impressive, but not too impressive.” The doctor pocketed the now bloodied scissors back into her lab coat, the remains of the crimson substance staining the white colour of the garment. She then took out a scalpel, this time instead of his face, she targeted his arm, plunging the sharp edge of the blade onto his shoulder.

The soldier bit down on his bottom lip as to let his teeth rest from the pressure they were under from grinding against each other for so long. Blood slipped out from the bottom lip due to how hard he was biting down on it, the metallic taste more prominent now.

Dr. V’s face contorted into frustration. “Don’t bother trying to hide your pain.” She advised, taking the scalpel out from his shoulder, that crimson substance affecting colour of the metal to make this surgical tool, now just like the scissors sitting inside of her lab coat. She clenched her hand into a fist and made it collide with his cheek, the one that isn’t soaking with blood from the cut. The force in the punch was hard, bound to create a bruise.

Rupert felt his head snap to the side momentarily, causing him to quickly look back to the woman in front of him. “How do you call this revenge if you only really want the Toppats?”

“Anyone who sides with Toppat Clan is called revenge.” Dr. V answered, making an incision on both of his wrists as he spoke, acting and speaking nonchalant about it. “I told you, masking your pain would make things worse. Cooperate with us.”

“You just need to give him a little push in the right direction. As I said before, he’s as stubborn as Green when he was a Toppat.” Galeforce said, his first words in a while.

“And how do you suppose we shove him where we want him to go?”

“Allow me to handle it. I’ve known him for quite a while now.”

The general stood in front of Rupert after Dr. V backed away. He leaned in close to him, whispering something in his ear, his breath causing a shiver to run down his spine. Surprisingly, his eyes widened at what was said, horror written all over his expression.

“Y-you, no you couldn’t-”

“Don’t worry, I trust him enough. But if I find out he’s been going behind my back…”

“Don’t you fucking hurt him! It’s me who you’re mad at, so just do whatever the hell you want with me but leave him alone!”

“I will take action if that’s the case, and what can you do in your current state?”

“This.” Rupert lifted his legs up and slammed them into Galeforce’s chest, the general taking a few steps back due to the impact. Man that hurt…

He looked up after a few seconds, Dr. V coming by his side to check if he had any injuries, pocketing the scalpel beforehand. “Chain his legs too. I’m not letting this happen a second time.” He checked his belt and took a pair of handcuffs from them, handing them out to her.

Dr. V nodded hastily, snatching the restraints quickly and cuffed the soldier’s ankles to the legs of the chair, despite his trashing interrupting some of the progress. “There we go.”

“Someone will find me here, and you’ll regret all of your actions.” Rupert promised, the glare so dark you could probably see a shadow brooding across his face. He’d struggled for a little bit more before giving up, the burning pain playing a part in why he stopped.

“You are in basement of lab, no one knows of this.” Dr. V said, immediately crushing any hope that he may have. Green most likely doesn’t know of this too. “Let’s continue now, shall we?”

Before she could pull out the blood covered scalpel however, Dr. V was stopped by the sound of beeping. “One sec.” She took out the communicator she brought down here, in case of the event someone made a call to her while they were doing what they were doing.

“Hello, this is Dr. Vinschpinsilstien speaking, how could I be of service?”

Rupert saw this as an opportunity, an opportunity to get outside help. It doesn’t matter who it is, the Twins, Victoria, Hayden, Charles or even Green, he can get out of here if he just yells at the communicator. He hated asking for assistance for anything, if he had to be honest, but at this moment, he needed help, he can’t escape by himself.

He was about to shout, to scream, to cause a scene to get the attention of whoever is there, but at the last second, his mouth was harshly covered by Galeforce, both hands were on him to block out his cries for help. Still, he called out anyway, muffled by the hands on his mouth, barely creating any noise.

“…Ah yes, I will be at the lab Green, just come along and I’ll attend to you.” The line cut off soon after Dr. V finished her call with the cyborg.

The opportunity passed…gone.

Galeforce released his hands from Rupert’s mouth as soon as the call was finished, allowing him to take in deep breaths and finally talk properly. “I’ll…I’ll scream down here and…Green will hear me. It doesn’t matter that he’s rewired, he will notice that something’s wrong with me down here.”

“And that is why you shouldn’t speak so soon.” Dr. V said, taking a piece of cloth out from her lab coat, using it as a gag as she wrapped it around his mouth, muffling his words once again. As soon as she finished tying the knot, she and Galeforce left for the door, opening it up to reveal stairs, his only way to freedom if he can get out from this stupid chair. Light temporarily pouring into the room as it was opened up, but soon it was closed, denying any  light from projecting itself into the room, leaving him in the darkness again.

What now?

———

Every passing day was torturous.

Literally.

Beating after beating, his blood spilling out from his system, eventually creating blood stains on the floor, chair and his uniform. The smell of the dried up crimson substance still lingered.

Any cry for help was muffled from the gag, guaranteeing that no one could ever find him here while Galeforce and Dr. V continued to teach him the lesson.

Every gash, every bruise, he even got some broken bones some days.

Whenever they went away, he cried and cried to himself, tears mixing in with the dried blood that stains his face. His spirit breaking down everyday. He still held onto hope, but it seems his grasp on it is fading away slowly.

“Someone…please…find me…I can’t hold out for much longer…”

[chaosrealm-mk-imagines]

Mortal Kombat Krew and how they try to make up after a breakup - Part 1

So I had that idea after watching some random romance movies and talking with friends about relationships issues, hope you guys like it! Don’t forget that the requests are open and I will be more than glad to answer to them.

Kuai Liang (Sub-Zero II)

Keeps asking himself about what went wrong 

He’s humble and will assume his mistakes 

And be willing to forgive his S/O ones too

Isolates himself from the rest of the clan after the break up as a way of clearing his mind

For a while he will turn on the emotionless mode as a way to cope with it

Has no experience with such emotional loss, his state is almost of grieving

If he’s able to make up with his S/O he will be ten times more attentious

Learns from his mistakes and promises to never repeat then

If he’s not able to make up with his S/O he will feel devastated and even more isolated, after that his expectations at relationships are kinda ruined and it’s going to be hard for him to trust someone again

He’s not good at expressing what he feels but tries his best with actions, he is a cultured man and know about the relationships tropes, he would ask himself what Stephen King would write to solve the issue if he’s life was a book by him

Then he remebers that Stephen King has a hard time solving his characters issues and usually only make things worse for them

He needs a lot of help with finding a way to make up for his S/O, would even ask for advice from his trusted ones in the subject

Expect him to suddenly appear with a bouquet of flowers at the door with puppy eyes

Hanzo Hasashi (Scorpion)

Full of self-loathing

Blames himself for everything

Has a lot of meditation before taking any decision

He’s really hard with himself and thinks he’s S/O is better without him

Passes a lot of time alone and thinking about everything he lived

Asks himself if he’s worth of love

Decides to make up for what happened by showing he has changed

He has a lot of feelings and don’t know how to show them

So he speaks his minds to his S/O, being truly honest about what he feels

He won’t do anything fancy or romantic as in movies, he will show his heart and soul to his S/O at their true colours, he doesnt want to keep anything from them

If he’s S/O accepts him back he shall be overcomed with joy

Promises to never leave his S/O side

If he’s S/O doesn't accept him back, this man will truly became an stone when it comes to emotions, thinking of himself as an unworthy fool for letting someone he loves down

Starts talking more about what he’s thinking and feeling

In an overhaul Hanzo is afraid of doing the same mistakes but he won’t let him stop of trying to make the right thing for his beloved.

Johnny Cage

He has a really hard time trying to figure out what he did wrong

Tries to forget about his relationship by going to parties and meeting new people

Only to feel terrible about it and starts missing his beloved one

Gives up at searching for a reason and starts to search for a way to make things up

At first he will try the most cliche things

Sents a lot of gifts to his S/O home at a way of making clear that he misses them

If it doesn't work them he will watch every Julia Roberts and Drew Barrimore romance movie 

Finds out that the best way of reatacching a relationship is by going to his S/O house with a band to do a serenate

He’s not ashamed at doing this and decides to give it a try

Hires literally the best musicians of the country to play

Takes some weeks of singing lessons

Goes super confident to his S/O house

Starts a really loud concert at the outside

All the neighboors get out of their homes to see whats happening

If he’s S/O accepts him back, he will make a snarky comment and smile a lot, dismising the band and asking his beloved out for a dinner

If he’s S/O doesn't accept him back, he will pretend that everything is okay and keeps smiling, going back to his mansion and accepting every crap role at any movie as a way of keeping himself busy, but he’s tottaly broken inside

Kung Lao

At first he’s too proud to admit that he misses someone

Gets a whole week withou giving signs of life and pretending that nothing happened

Can’t handle his feelings anymore and has no intention of apologizing

So he asks himself what Liu Kang would do at his place

“I’m really pathetic. I can’t even make someone I love happy.”

After passing trough all the inferiority complex and emotional crysis he starts thinking about doing something

Decides to be forward and serious with his S/O

He speaks about all his feelings and fears of not being good enough and how that kept him from giving himself fully, promising that from now on he won’t act that arrogant cause he realised that he truly needs his S/O

If he’s able to make up then he will act cocky for some moments

“I knew you wouldn’t resist.”

But then he apologizes and expresses how happy he is

If he’s unable to make up then he will give a silent nod and walk away, falling again into nights awaken thinking about how he could be a better man at everything, he won’t forgive himself for not being good enough and starts training even more everyday.

Liu Kang

He won’t hesitate at trying to fix his mistakes

Don’t even waste his time thinking about what could have been, he knows that it’s not useful at that moment

Thinks about thousands of ways of saying how he feels and what he should do

Doesn’t come to a consense with himself about which option he should choose

Decides to do everything them, after all he’s S/O is worthy of every effort

Waits patientily for the oportunity of asking to speak alone with his beloved

Takes them to place they first meet and starts talking about his favorites memories

“I don’t want this moments to end here, please let me try again and I promise I won’t ever let you down again.”

If his S/O accepts him back he will hold their hands and thanks deeply for having another chance, kissing them and showing that he also prepared a date for them in their favorite place to go.

If his S/O doesn’t accepts him back he will understand and apologize for everything, wishing that his S/O finds someone better and able to make them happy

He’s truly humble and wants to be a better lover, Liu Kang is disciplined and won’t tolerate being unable to make the ones he love happy. 

[legendoftheghost]

NSFW Headcanon: Jin Sakai 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) 

Jin believes practicing aftercare will naturally develop closer, more intimate bonds with his partner. After sex, he is particularly vulnerable; they’re naked, they have (hopefully) just had an orgasm, and one of the most intrinsic need for him is that need to ensure that positive state of mind continues. Everyone feels good when he knows his partner cares for him, and what better way to show it than tending to his partner when they both are in a vulnerable post-sex state of mind? Jin is especially susceptible to the post-coital blues, and even when he is seemingly highly independent, somewhat repressed and distanced with expressing emotions, I think this will be the perfect time for him to take a plunge and attempt to cuddle and engage in deeper conversations. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

His entirety? Despite his fears of failure and flaws on his body, Jin Sakai is a man comfortable in his skin. From the crown of his head to the end of his toe, Jin Sakai has a body of a seasoned warrior; as a disciplined samurai, he had learned not only martial arts, but swordsmanship, horse riding, hunting, how to survive in the wilderness with bare essentials, and he literally has zero ounce of excessive fat on his body. 

He’s not the strongest, biggest warrior, a powerhouse who can dominate and overwhelm enemies with brute strength, but he’s compact, sculpted with enough muscle definition, and corded with lean strength that only comes from meticulous care. Younger Jin used to hate the scar that would continue to bleed and bruise due to excessive bullying, but now that he is the Ghost, he thinks it only gives him character. After all, scars build character. And out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars, and Jin Sakai is a prime example of one. 

Jin isn’t very particular when it comes to his partner’s favorite body part, but if his partner has anything that contrasts Jin’s own, he would obsess over that and touch him/her over and over. It could be the sensuous curve of the woman’s narrow waistand widening hips, the budding swell of her breasts and slender neck, or another man’s expansive chest and strong arms and legs embracing and cradling him. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) 

He doesn’t like the mess, and would prefer if he came inside his partner, but the one thing he finds it extremely appealing is coming on his partner’s stomach. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Jin loves talking about sex with partners, friends, whoever. To him, sex in essentiality is a fascinating subject that's different for each individual yet common to people all (in some way), and he finds it endlessly depressing that it's a taboo subject.everybody (for the most part) needs sex and wants to have sex, so Jin believes that people should be able to talk about it openly, and he will sass and awkwardly joke and humor with insinuations of sex in normal conversations. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

He snuck into Clan Sakai and Shimura’s personal archive / library and would sneak in some erotic illustrations of the time in curiosity. Despite the general lack of experience and focusing on his strenuous trainings, he would have fulfilled some curiosity of sexual exploration through masturbation and through secretive excursions with Ryuzo. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) 

His preferred positions are; The Victory position, Doggy Style, Shoulder Hold, Lifted Missionary, and Lotus

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) 

Appearing too serious is Jin Sakai’s greatest flaw; being too serious which is Jin’s principal trait doesn't seem like such a bad thing, but it could create some issues regarding sexual explorations. 

Social anxiety.

Perfectionism.

Social awkwardness.

Fight or Flight responses to most things (Can't laugh inconveniences off or smoothly escape conflicts because of over seriousness, which is likely to do the opposite, in other words escalate minor conflicts to big ones).

Overthinking and not living in the moment.

Not having fun due to exaggerated thinking about the consequences.

Jin may be a sassmaster and likes to throw in some dry humor in between, but that’s his coping mechanism to lesson and ease his insecurity and stress that stems from even the sexual act itself, but in the act, he’s deadpan serious. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) 

Judging by the full thatch of his beard, I’d like to think that he’s pretty thick and ample down there as well, peppered with hair below his belly button, and a nice, sizable thatch of his pubic hair. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Jin does crave intimacy during sex, and this is something which becomes very important to him. Jin is at his most vulnerable, candor, raw, and open, and if it’s not a casual sex only to fulfill the needs to get off than anything else, Jin still needs and wants to build some sort of friendship or connection beforehand. Their sexual performance is then more about action than it is about emotions and deeper layers of intimacy, and with more deeply-connected intimacy, he would rather focus on both the physical and mental connection, which could make it much difficult to come with him. Regardless, he is tender, and will attempt to initiate; especially stroking his partner’s back, the side of his/her face, raking through his/her hair, etc.  

 J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) 

Jin likes the stop-squeeze technique, which is a form of ejaculatory control. It allows him to near the point of climax and then back off suddenly by holding the tip of the penis until the sensation subsides. He likes to do this multiple times to make his orgasm much more intense. While it could be a tedious or time-consuming practice, he likes that explosiveness and exquisite high he gets from it. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Shibari (kinbaku), aka rope sex: Contrasts are central to Shibari: intricate geometric patterns with the natural curves of the body, rough rope against soft skin and vulnerability side by side with strength. The practice can also lead to a trance-like experience for the tied partner and a rush of adrenalin for the artist, or rigger.

Erotic Asphyxiation (breath play): This type of sexual activity involves intentionally cutting off the air supply for you or your partner with choking, suffocating, and other acts. People who are into breath play say it can heighten sexual arousal and make orgasms more intense.

Dirty Talk: Jin can have a little trouble getting out of his own mind. However, in this case, it’s less about being able to connect to the body than it is a fear of letting go. A little dirty talk goes a long way in making him forget his fears and let loose.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) 

Taking in consideration of his fugitive life, it would be somewhere relatively hidden and private. Especially in nature; against the tree trunk, near the lake or an ocean when the weather accompanies Jin’s mood, and empty, abandoned houses. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) 

Jin is almost always turned on, and has higher than normal sex drive. He’s one of those who craves intimacy and wants to share himself with someone special, even though it doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t participate in any given opportunities when they are presented. It can feel like a chore and not really something he wants to waste their time or energy on if they cannot converse well to begin with. There must be underlying honesty and genuinity in order for Jin to at least partake in a casual sex. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) 

Cockiness – specifically unwarranted arrogance accompanied by a smug attitude. Lack of a sense of humor – unless they’re the one dishing it out. Flaking – because flakes are some of the most unappealing individuals to build any type of relationship with.  Being goalless and content with life — having zero aspirations for the future. Liars – but not even about significant stuff. Just unnecessary lies, made up stories and exaggerations when a fib is pointless. Vulgar language finding its way into every, single, sentence spoken. Baseless cattiness, malicious comments and disdain toward others. Humiliation and degradation.  BDSM for BDSM’s sake without exploration, caution, and mutual respect. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) 

He’s much more inclined to receive than give. While Jin lacks the scope of experiences, he is skilled with his tongue, very attentive, considerate, and careful to observe his partner’s reaction. Because he is a perfectionist, he will attempt his absolute best to pleasure his partner and send him/her over the edge. He expects the same when he’s on the receiving end. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) 

The act in itself is viewed essentially as a series of steps to his and his partner’s mutual satisfaction. It entirely depends on their shared needs. As a dominant top, Jin is likely to be a very passionate lover, focused on the connection he gains from this experience. He does appreciate and sees how much closer sex can bring him to someone he loves, and would rather be patient waiting for the right person to share this with, because for him to reach this step, it would have taken a lot of trial and error. He definitely likes things to built up towards the climax, exploring different positions to find their needs satisfied. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) 

Jin actually prefers quickie, because it offers a much-needed opportunity to relieve stress, strengthen a relationship, and get off at a time when intimacy, connection, and, well, time, are luxuries (especially with him on the run). Prefers mutual masturbations, than penetrative sex. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) 

Jin is likely to be a very passionate lover, focused on the connection he gains from this experience. He sees how much closer sex can bring him to someone he loves, and would rather be patient waiting for the right person to share this with. If he’s in a long-term relationship, he will be more than willing to experiment and take risks. It all depends on their shared interest, and Jin would be open to try everything at least once. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) 

From his strenuous training as not only as a samurai, but as the Ghost on the run, Jin has extremely high stamina and will be able to go on for more than a few rounds if his partner is up for it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) 

Occasionally will use Geisha balls / beaded necklaces for added pleasure, mostly one another in reciprocated masturbations. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) 

He isn’t very good at teasing, unless it’s with words. He is rather straightforward with his actions, because he doesn’t like to deceive with his affectionate, tender touches. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) 

On the quiet side, and for most of the lovemaking, he will make soft, gentle moans that turn into animalistic grunt when he’s on the verge of orgasm. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) 

Perhaps one of the simplest, yet most potent sexual fantasies Jin has is just having his partner direct the sex script for the night. Whether it's a full-on dominant or simply a partner who knows what he or she wants and how to get it, he finds the thrill of a confident and sexual partner to be very appealing.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) 

He is uncircumcised, his shaft is curved slightly upward, with veins that snake along the underside. His member is longer than average (around 13cm when erect) and has considerable girth (9 centimeters when erect). 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) 

Jin has rather active sex drive. It’s not a particularly powerful sex drive, for he could always resort to, and might prefer his own imaginations. His inner minds are rather rich place, and he doesn’t always feel like outwardly expressing this side of himself.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

All depends on Jin’s condition on that day; judging on the Ghost’s life (on the run, essentially a fugitive ronin), and a slew of traumas and PTSD trailing his back, Jin Sakai suffers from insomnia. While he has high stamina and could go for more than a couple of rounds when he’s in a particularly frisky mood, but one intense round could have him knocked out exhausted. He’s a kind of a guy that sneaks in sleep whenever and however it comes, so he would let himself fade away for an hour or two, before he’s coaxed to awake. 

[patrickstargang]

The Firelord’s Promise (Kyoshi fic)

Chapter 1: Nomad’s Land

Chapter 2: A Bureaucrat’s Word

Chapter 3: Throw Away Your Honor, Rally In The Streets

Chapter 4: Unfortunate Truths

Chapter 5: A Change For The Better

Chapter 6: The Roles We’re Given

Chapter 7: To Save A Life

Final Chapter: I’ll Always Be With You

Dusk began to creep over the horizon of the Fire Nation royal palace. It was only a few hours before Zoryu would make his public address, putting a cap on the whole Saowan clan situation. He was dreading every minute that passed.

His office space looked much different than most of the other rooms in the palace, rather than the bright reds of the other interiors the office resembled burgundy. In contrast to the rest of the palace, it was much more professional than regal. He was hunched over an old wooden desk, finishing the last few points of his speech.

But while he was in deep concentration, the voice of a guard broke the silence.

“Firelord Zoryu…..” His voice was shaking slightly. Zoryu didn’t look up from his paper.

“Yes, what is it?”

“Sir, you…… um, have a visitor.”

The confusion was apparent in Zoryu’s eyes. “Who could possibly be visiting me right before an important spe-”

He looked up to find Kyoshi standing right next to the guard. Zoryu froze in place, this was the last person he wanted to see right now.

Kyoshi stood with reservation, back in the daofei makeup. She bowed her head slightly, trying to make an attempt at a formal greeting as the guard made his exit. “Its good to see you again, Firelord Zoryu.”

Zoryu strained his face, a combination of anger and fear. “What do you want? Plan on finishing the job you gave to your little assassin?”

Kyoshi stared at Zoryu blankly. His tone was much more combative than she had ever heard from him. “No need to be hasty, actually I’ve come to meet up with him.”

Right as she was done talking, Lao Ge suddenly dropped from the ceiling. It made Zoryu jump in fear, leaving an expression that would have been the last face you would envision when thinking about the Firelord himself.

Lao Ge smiled in amusement before returning to Kyoshi’s side. Zoryu attempted to collect himself after such a sudden scare.

Zoryu pointed at Lao Ge. “How long have you been in here?!”

The old man shrugged nonchalantly, looking around the room. “Long enough.”

“But that's not the only reason I’m here. I’m here to make sure you’ve kept to our agreement.”

Zoryu grimaced, he didn’t need to be reminded but he could still anticipate the blow to his honor after the nobles hear his address. He angrily grabbed his written speech and handed it to Kyoshi.

“You can look all through it, I’ve kept my promise. Are you happy now?”

Kyoshi meticulously looked at every sentence, making sure there wasn’t some possible ambiguity in what his intentions were. Everything was there, the Saowan members not affiliated with Chaejin or Huazo would be released while Chaejin and Huazo would be under tight security. It was all there.

“Well, it seems your right. You’ve kept your promise…..but I’m going to need some adjustments.”

Zoryu leaned his head to the side. “What do you mean by that?”

“I want you to free all of the protesters you’ve imprisoned as well.”

Zoryu felt his stomach sink, he had not anticipated this request. It was another addition to the list of the reasons the Avatar didn’t trust him.

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t find out, did you?” There was a noticeable disdain in her voice, despite the fact she was still speaking calmly. It left an unbearable silence, that question still up in the air.

“Fine. I’ll add it in. This whole thing is already a bit of a reach but if it gets you off my back I’ll make it happen.”

Kyoshi returned the speech as he prepared to revise it. She was surprised at how easy this negotiation was going, but then she remembered this was Zoryu she was talking to. Before he tried acting like a “proper” Firelord, he was a bit of a pushover. Well, at least he was a pushover in person.

Kyoshi slightly raised a hand, prompting Zoryu to stop before he started writing again. “There was one last thing I wanted to make sure of…..”

Zoryu leaned in on his desk with a hand holding his face up in exhaustion and annoyance.

“That man you brought in to take Yun’s place, the man who was supposed to be executed. Where is he?”

Zoryu sighed for a moment before speaking.

“I released him last night, he should be back home by now. His family lives by some of the huts outside the city walls if you want to find him.”

“And….”

Zoryu’s face tightened. “And I relinquished his debts. Again, I did everything you asked me to do.”

“Yes, and it only took you weeks to finally get around to it,” Kyoshi had to try to not blatantly insult Zoryu, but sometimes it was hard to do. “But all that matters now is that it's done.”

Kyoshi didn’t bother to make any semblance of a formal leave, as she started making her way out the door. Then suddenly Zoryu stood up.

“Wait, Kyoshi…”

Kyoshi stopped in her tracks and turned around to face the young Firelord.

“There's something I need to know. The message you gave me, or rather your assassin gave me. You said that if I didn’t meet your demands….you’d have me killed. Did you mean it?”

Another unbearable silence. Kyoshi sighed deeply. It was still a question that bugged her before she even arrived at the palace. But another thought came into her head. An idea that came to her after everything she saw. What she was going to say wasn’t the truth, since the plan really was to kill him if he didn’t comply. But she decided this was a good opportunity to send the right message.

“No. I wouldn’t have. Not because I couldn’t get rid of you. If that was the case I could have done that a long time ago, but all that would do is give Chaejin a chance at the throne, and we both know that wouldn’t solve anything.

“It was just an empty threat to get you to cooperate. But more than that, I don’t even need to kill you. Most of your people believe the Saowan clan’s arrest was justified, but I’ve seen enough to convince them otherwise. If they really knew what you did, bringing in an innocent man to take Yun’s execution, blaming the Saowan with no evidence, and using that to keep your power, the nobles wouldn’t even need to disgrace you. Because the people would have done it before they could. They may not listen to me, but I’m certain they’d listen to Yangchen.”

Zoryu’s eyes widened as he stood up. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Kyoshi showed no change in expression, she wasn’t the same person she was when they last met. She wasn’t trying to pretend she was some imposing force of authority, because now she really was. All she responded with was silence.

Zoryu slowly sat back down, the anger he felt dissipated as he began to feel how powerless he really was.

“I don’t know what you think of yourself now, as a leader, but before that, I saw someone who wanted peace for their nation. Someone who wanted peace for their people. But I misjudged you. All you really wanted was an easy peace, one that didn’t require you to make any tough decisions. And look where that's gotten us.”

Zoryu had forgotten the days before the incident with Yun. He forgot about the worry that he had for the crops and the welfare of his people. Now he had bogged himself down a hole trying to settle this Saowan issue that he created for himself. All he could feel was bitter, having to become someone he never wanted to be.

“You may think the people deserve to respect you, now that you're trying to act like a real Firelord, whatever that is. But trust me, you should be the one respecting the people. You're nothing without them.”

Zoryu leaned back in his chair. He wasn’t being threatened, he knew that, but it still felt like he was. If it was any other Firelord they would have banished her for the audacity of speaking in that way. But she held the power now, not just that but the truth. All Zoryu could do was laugh.

“Well, it looks like you’ve really embraced being the Avatar, huh.”

Kyoshi still kept her composed, disdainful stare. “And it looks like you're really taking after your father.”

With that, Kyoshi saw herself out. Lao Ge gave a joking bow to Zoryu as he left along with her. As they opened the door, they looked down a long hallway draped with red Fire Nation banners. But at the end of the hall, Kyoshi noticed a familiar face pointing in their direction.

“YOU!!!” It was about as appropriate a greeting from Jiran as Kyoshi could anticipate.

Jiran called out to the room behind Kyoshi. “Don’t worry Firelord, I’ll take care of this treasonous Avatar.”

Zoryu weakly called out from his office. “Please don’t.”

The command didn’t stop Jiran from getting into his fighting stance, with more assurance and cockiness than their last encounter. “Your little girlfriend isn’t here to help you now. I’m going to enjoy wiping the floor with you!”

He then made his advance towards Kyoshi and Lao Ge. The only time she lost part of her composure was right then, pinching the bridge of her nose and letting out a short frustrated sigh. Without a second thought, Kyoshi raised a fist up, creating a pillar that came up from below Jiran. It flung him straight up into the air, hitting the ceiling and coming right back down to the floor.

Kyoshi and Lao Ge continued their way down the hall, passing by Jiran’s unconscious body. He wasn’t dead but he probably broke a few ribs. And another tooth.

With time they made their way out of the palace gates, heading back into the city. After they were far away enough from the guards, Kyoshi let out a long exhale. It felt like she was keeping in any anxiety she had for the entire time she was in there. She turned to Lao Ge as they were walking down the steps to the palace.

“So, how did I do?”

The old man gave her a mischievous smile. “A truly fine performance, more than worthy of the Flying Opera Company.”

She laughed, it was probably the first time Lao Ge made her laugh. It was another new experience.

“Well, I’m just glad that's all over now,” Kyoshi’s eyes began to wander back to the city, focusing on the outside of the walls and the rays of the setting sun. “But there's still one more loose end I need to deal with.”

[valentinecult]

Why is Frost such a brat toward Sub-Zero when Sub-Zero took her under his wing? And why did she become a cyborg? Is she crazy?

She has self-esteem issues and this probably stemmed from the fact that she is the only female Lin Kuei member of the clan. It’s likely that previous Grandmasters of the Lin Kuei wouldn’t allow females, but Kuai Liang gave her an equal opportunity to become a member.  However, it’s very likely that other members ,who are males, often belittle her or view her as weak because of her gender. 

After seeing how skilled Sub-Zero is, she pretty much grew envy of him. Subconsciously, Frost admires Sub-Zero, she even considers herself as Sub-Zero’s ‘best student’ ever in one of her dialogues, which implies that she still holds some respect for the Grandmaster. 

The envy grew into an inferiority complex and her impatience in moving herself up in the clan didn’t make it any better. She wanted to be just like Kuai Liang, but he felt that she wasn’t ready nor was she mature enough to be as strong or disciplined as he is. In Frost’s eyes, he’s holding her back, when really he isn’t. That caused her to hate Sub-Zero so much and she might’ve felt that he doesn’t have any faith in her. 

She is an ingrate. The reason why she became a cyborg is because she wanted to be something far superior than a human. As a cyborg, Frost is faster, stronger, more durable, and more versatile with her cryomancy. Becoming a cyborg shows how desperate she is in wanting to be a better than Sub Zero in terms of fighting skill. 

At some point, Kronika reached out to Frost and saw her a valuable asset to her plans for the New Era. No doubt, Frost is extremely dangerous as a cyborg and uses her ice abilities in some ways that even Sub Zero could never replicate. I can safely say that with Kronika’s technology, Frost is likely the most advanced cyborg in Mortal Kombat and is likely exceeds Sektor and Cyrax in fighting prowess and weaponry. 

Unfortunately, even with all that tech, Frost is still but a child. I think she has great potential in being Sub-Zero’s right hand…uuuuhhh…woman? But her arrogance blinds her judgement and rational thinking. As a cyborg, she became too complacent and stagnant. 

Kung Lao may be cocky at times, but he is humble and is willing to improve his techniques for the sake of his ancestor. He worked hard to become this strong. Frost never worked hard…she only wanted more power. She never had the patience or mental fortitude to train herself! 

I hope they eventually redeem her character in the next game. As cool as she is, she was a waste of potential like what Sub Zero said. 

[theclosetpoet7]

Across the Blue Fields

Ichi , Ni , San , Shi 

Chapter Five

"Go"

He lets out a deep sigh.

"It's gonna take a lot of chakra."

"I can help you with that."

"And some practice first."

"Of course."

"We won't be able to tell where we're going and how long before we can come back."

"It's a risk I'm willing to take. How about you?"

He crosses his arms and thinks for only a second.

"Aa."

She is still looking at the ceiling with her hands on her hips.

"That's not the hardest part though."

"I know."

"It would be difficult to keep it a secret."

"Hn."

"Let's just say we're sparring every night."

"Are you sure Sakura?"

"Yes. There definitely is a dimension with acid."

"Hn."

"Oh and Sasuke-kun?"

"..."

"Are you decent now?"

He puts a shirt on.

"Aa."

"Okay then."

Sakura turns away from the wall with a triumphant smirk on. It's a little funny how she was able to explain it all to Sasuke while she had her back to him. It took approximately ten seconds for her to realize that he had given her a good view of his upper body when she had busted into his room and asked him the question.

Not that seeing a man's upper body was new. It was just the fact that he had been in bed. And who knows if he had anything on underneath the sheet.

"So what do you think?"

He has settled his feet on the floor while he rests his elbows on his knees.

Oh, so he's wearing shorts.

"I think it's a good plan."

"Really?"

"But..."

His brows furrow.

"I considered it, and don't know how to answer what you're about to ask."

He lets out another sigh.

"I would have to come out of hiding."

"Yes."

"..."

"Actually, it shouldn't be too hard to explain to Aya and Senji. The problem would be Naruto, Kakashi-sensei, and Shikamaru."

Of course Sakura has already thought about the repercussions to their plan. She was a kind and considerate girl, always thinking of others' feelings first. Sasuke knows that if they reveal that he is alive, even to just the three men, there would still be issues that might arise. Naruto would want to see him. Kakashi as well. And Shikamaru.

What would he say if he suddenly finds out that his girlfriend has been living with another man, especially one she had a history with? Fifty days have passed since she arrived. She kept such a secret for too long.

Hell, she'd still try to keep it.

If he asked her to.

She's contemplating as of the moment.

"Gomen, let me think of a solution. For now, we'll train."

"Soon?"

"Soon."

He nods.

"And lastly, Sasuke-kun."

He lifts his head to return her gaze. He doesn't quite know how to describe it, but has been privy to it before. It had been a look she gave him once, a look he was too busy to acknowledge at the time because his plans involved a revolutionary change to the shinobi world.

"We're comrades aren't we?"

She understands the importance of everything going according to their plans. Searching for that dimension alone would take long. Marking exactly where and how to get there, another challenge. Knowing if that world of acid can destroy it? Mere speculation.

And finally, they would have to gather all they've learned and send the Chakra tree to the accurate dimension at the accurate time.

Sakura remembers how quickly she had to act when Obito opened it. That was dangerous.

And who knows how many dimensions there are in the first place.

So it's a big risk on her part that she's putting her trust in a person she has not worked with for five years. A person who had once placed her under a genjutsu to stop her from interfering.

"I'm sorry."

"I forgive you."

Sakura waits nervously for his answer.

"Aa."

She smiles in relief and turns to leave the room, but not without saying one last thing.

"You've already tried mastering the Rinnegan haven't you?"

He could only smirk in return.

______________

"The Seikatsu no Hana."

There is a second of pause.

"Again, you are too perceptive. "

Three days later, Sakura sits across Nakano Senji with her knees bent as they sip their afternoon tea. The meeting is private which allows her to speak more and be direct.

"I had been wondering how Aya was able to heal others without using her chakra. And I went through your whole inventory of medicinal herbs."

The daimyo takes a sip from his cup.

"Surely you understand why we also felt the need to keep it to ourselves?"

"Of course. Aside from the fact that it has healing abilities, it has tremendous potential to be used as poison: should it fall in the wrong hands. If what I've read about it is true, no one else but a member of your family has been able use it."

"Your intelligence has no bounds."

She smiles at the compliment.

"Just well-read."

"May I ask how you've come to the conclusion that my sister is using it?"

Sakura recalls the moment and tries to explain it without sounding too cocky.

"Honestly? It was when she was able to heal Touya-san."

The medic recalls how astonishing it all was. Mikage Touya was a fifty-year old merchant who had been brought to her seven days ago. The second she had weaved her chakra through his system, she knew that it was already too late. The infection had spread to his lungs and he was already in septic shock, vitals falling the moment he stepped in her clinic. It was a bit frustrating, considering that she knew exactly what kind of medication he could've taken had he been treated earlier.

"Even I knew that it was too late for him, opting to treat his symptoms, administering the medication anyway, everything to keep him alive but knowing that it was a lost cause because he was dying."

"And Aya did what you couldn't do."

"Yes."

"Hmm."

"The Seikatsu no Hana was only a myth until now. I still can't believe it actually exists. It's like the holy grail to medical professionals. I knew about it because I've studied every kind of herb for healing in existence. A plant that can treat all kinds of infection while at the same time build up the body's defense and revive its organs. The book I found dates back to two hundred years ago, when a woman was known to be the best doctor there is. "

"Yes, it's a long line of Nakanos."

She smiles.

"And, considering it blooms on the very ground the tree is growing in, it's not surprising."

"It can only be used by members of my family, those who have chakra already."

"That person doesn't have to be in complete control of their chakra, am i right? The user only has to have a bit of it. Kind of like a boost of energy. "

She lifts her head to address him with confidence.

"Because your clan used to be ninjas once upon a time."

His smile widens.

"It's a dying clan."

"Not if you do something about it."

He puts his cup down and yet again rests a hand on his chin. Senji observes her with that charming look of his, with his long hair cascading down his back, and gray robes speaking volumes of his heritage.

"Is it really too late for me to ask for your hand in marriage Sakura?"

She blushes at this and gives him an awkward smile.

"You know that I too am able to use it right? If I can find the correct dose."

His smile turns into a frown.

"I do, but I know you well enough to be certain that you wouldn't go against my family's wishes."

"True. But I'm currently doing research on genetically enhanced antibiotics. One sample would be all I need to copy its DNA."

"You're a force to be reckoned with aren't you Haruno Sakura?"

He is full of praises today.

In response, the pinkette clears her throat.

"I'm sure that I'm not the only one with that kind of research."

He pours her another cup of tea and chuckles softly at how quickly she was able to finish her dangoes.

"I know that you have called our aid to have someone with experience train you. But what if I were to say that the only thing to prevent such a devastating outcome would be to destroy it if we can?"

"I'd rather we do just that, if there is a way. You'd be destroying a family heirloom though."

Sakura tilts her head.

"That's not too much of a sacrifice in comparison to what will happen once it bears fruit."

"And what of my sister's ability to heal?"

Of course, Senji's number one priority will always be his sister.

"Chakra control comes naturally, the reason why Aya is able to progress faster than you is the fact that it was passed down to her. It's also the reason why so far, she's the only one who was almost able to revive a fish. With more training, she will become an amazing medic."

He takes a bite off one dango.

"I should be frustrated that I'm not learning as fast as she is but it only means that you get to stay here longer."

Sakura sweatdrops upon hearing the handsome daimyo casually flirt with her again.

______________

"Shikamaru,

I agree that the only way to destroy it would be to transport it somewhere else. If Kakashi-sensei could still use the kamui, then that would've been the solution to our problem. In addition to that, there is something protecting it. I tried to disintegrate it with my fists once, but it only deflected me. At the same time, I still don't understand why it ended up in this village. According to the daimyo, it has been here from as far back as their existing scrolls have recorded. Like you, I've gone through all their ancient scrolls and can find no answer on when exactly it arrived.

The fact that we have seen two of these in our lifetimes, even if this one did not have any signs of being a threat until they saw that first bud, makes me believe that there could very well be more of it somewhere. Right now, I'm chalking it up to luck that we have only faced one of the beings like Kaguya as of late. Furthermore, I don't know why it's beginning to bloom. Naruto says there is nothing wrong with the tailed beasts. I don't know what's causing it to be alive all these years.

But for now, I'll continue to do more research, train our hosts, (if they can behave themselves) as well as ensure that the villagers can somehow learn to protect each other without drawing too much attention.

Tell Ino-pig that I'll definitely be there for the wedding.

I miss you Shikamaru.

I hope you are well.

-Sakura"

She breathes in deeply to shake out her guilt upon keeping the fact that she has already come up with a solution. It's a big breach of trust, and she has no idea how she can fix it. Considering that they have only been official for six months before she was sent on this long mission, it's a big mistake she's making to be hiding this from him.

She doesn't know what the right thing to do is anymore.

Sakura summons a tiny Katsuyu and informs her to deliver the letter directly to Shikamaru.

It doesn't take an hour before the slug comes back with a short note.

"Don't use your monstrous strength on it again. And damn, he's flirting with you isn't he? You better punch him Haruno or I will."

The neo-sannin smiles.

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Sakura opens the door and peaks to check around.

"There's no one else in here."

She opens it wider and lets Sasuke in.

"I casted a silencing jutsu. Just in case we make too much noise."

Then she plops on her bed in a squat while she waits for Sasuke to find a comfortable place to sit in.

"So. Tell me about what you know so far."

Sasuke bows his head and takes off the contact lens on his left eye. The sight of his Rinnegan gives Sakura chills.

"Activating it drains a lot of my chakra."

"How long can you maintain it?"

"Approximately two hours."

The information surprises her. A lot can happen in two hours, and while she had been going through a few dimensions with Uchiha Obito, she doesn't think it lasted more than an hour.

"What can you achieve in that time?"

"Two hours only allows me to make an opening to a portal and another leading out of it."

Her eyes widen.

"I see. The diameter?"

"It varies in shape, it's not limited to being circular, probably more spiral than anything else."

"And... how..."

"It involves me stumbling upon a river and because I was curious, decided to experiment."

Her eyes dawned with understanding, intuition telling her that...

"You opened a portal to block the current, and then released it in the other."

"Aa."

She adjusts her position and runs a hand through her hair, excitement already coursing through her. Because, this could very damn well work.

"I'm interested to know if you've tried going to other dimensions."

"I did once. But ended up stuck there for about four days until I could gather enough chakra to come back."

"So you can go to other dimensions, and come back? But you just need more chakra to do so?"

"I think it was partially due to good luck."

It occurs to Sakura how scary it must have been to wonder into another dimension and not know how to get out.

"That's what we need to change. We have to be sure."

"How?"

"You'll have to open a portal here."

She takes out a bag full of soldier pills.

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.

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"And you'll have to take me with you."

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Author's note: Thank you for all your reviews! I must say my head is spinning while coming up with how to go about this story. But I think I know now. I hope you guys can just bear with me. Also, I don't know how long this story will be, it will depend on whether or not I find something I need to explore more on. Initially I was considering that it should only go for about seven chapters but have decided to try a bit more of story telling rather than just focus on the romance.

And yes, the return of the Seikatsu no Hana (Flower of life) a little thing I created if you guys remember Sorega ai deshou. There's a lot of dialogue in this chapter. bwahaha

R & R

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A5, C1, F1, G4, J5, L3, N2, R4, U4, Y2, and Z4! Any OC you like, mix and match, up to you.

A fine list. I had to think about these overnight.

~For Bae Lavellan~

A5. what is their most impressive talent?

She actually excels at many things, but her most uniqueskill is that she can speak backwards. She’ll do it when she’s bored, she’ll doit when she’s upset, she’ll do it to unsettle someone she dislikes. She cansustain it for quite awhile if she’s feeling talkative. Leliana thought that itwas a secret code or cipher at first. When pressed, Bae didn’t have a goodanswer for why or how she’d learned to do it. It’s especially surprising whenyou consider that she’s not fluently multilingual – she was a hopeless studentwhen it came to elven, so she mostly gets by in Common.

J5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

Interesting question. Her skills aren’t necessarily what shetakes pleasure in – they’re just things that she happens to be good at. Sheenjoys problem solving and looking for things that other people miss (it’s anuncontrollable reflex anyway), so she enjoys climbing, especially if the goalis a quiet and private spot with a good view. When she was still living withher clan, it was one of the only ways that she could really clear her head. Shecan be a bit clumsy with other kinds of movement and doesn’t have big muscles,but she’s very flexible and climbing just…makes sense somehow. She could alwaysreach heights that others didn’t dare to go to or couldn’t see a way to get to,although she rarely did it for competition’s sake and not everyone realize howgood at it she was.

~For Gelya Tabris:~

G4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

She always wanted more muscle. Life in the alienage meant alot of crime, and not just involving humans. There were few depths thatpickpockets and muggers wouldn’t stoop to. As befits a rogue, Gelya always hadfair reflexes, but no matter how much she tried to build muscle mass, she couldnever make real progress (partly because she was never exactly well-fed andpartly because she was born very prematurely and was never going to have alarge frame anyway). A man of even middling strength could have easilyoverpowered her, though luckily many elves pitied her instead and sometimesshunned her a little or even regarded her as mentally ill (which isn’tcompletely incorrect, though most of her psychological issues are directly dueto alienage life, not genetic predisposition).

She is, however, a very fast learner, and she knows it. Shecan improve greatly after making just one mistake, and once she’s learned howto do something, she never forgets it. She’s not especially skilled inanything, but it’s always been obvious – even to her – that her chances ofsurvival are ultimately better than many others’ because she understands how toadapt and adjust (even if it kills her a little inside sometimes). It’s a small comfort, but it’s enough to get her through the day.

~For Mervyn Lavellan~ [y’all haven’t seen him yet since he’strapped in the PS3, but he was my first Inquisitor and first DA build]

F1. what do they do for fun?

Though he didn’t grow up playing it, he ADORES chess and anyother games that even vaguely resemble it. He’s not always the absolute bestplayer, but his strategizing skills are a perfect foundation for learning it.He frequently hounds his advisors for a chance to hone his skills and learn newmoves. He can be quite cynical about non-elves sometimes, but he greatly admiresthe other races’ board games and sees the value in applying the skills neededfor them to real life and vice versa.

~For Radi Lavellan~

C1. how do they sit in a chair?

At a formal dinner table? Tidily and carefully. Her sitting posturein front of others is so polished that you’d think she’d grown up in Orlesianhigh society.

But in an armchair by a roaring hearth? All bets are off.She usually just ragdolls and passes out because she’s very prone to worrying andlong days and basically never gets enough sleep.

L3. are there any foods they hate?

Bread pudding, rosemary, and most pickled foods. She’s alsonot crazy about most liquor unless it’s cider, beer, or wine.

N2. what have they never done that they want to do?

While she’s socially confident and isn’t particularlyinhibited, she was never in a relationship pre-Inquisition. Growing up, she sawteenaged friends and family gradually marry off or at least get involved inmatchmaking, but she never even spent private time for a picnic with someone,never mind a kiss or something more. Cullen is her first everything.

It’s not that she didn’t want anyone prior to that (she’s not ace or aro), butshe saw enough families get separated by war, feuds, etc. that she couldn’tquite commit to the idea herself. She also always focused on protecting othersin the clan, so tbh she was honestly too busy keeping track of the clan’ssafety most of the time to really step back from worrying long enough to thinkabout it.

R4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

I think she regrets that she doesn’t regret breaking rules. She’s usually done so for thegreater good and she only defies authority when its logic no longer serves agood purpose, but it’s happened often enough over the years that she waspainted as a cocky youngster early on. Some in the clan praised this and otherscalled her a traitor for it.

Now and then, she has a quiet moment of reflectionand wonders if things would have been better if she’d let others share some ofthe load. She’s not assertive by default and didn’t quite choose to be theguardian type – it sort of just happened in some moments when others didn’thave the same willpower. By the time she’d realized what she’d become, it wastoo late to change course…especially considering there was nothing actually wrongwith who she was.

U4. have they ever been doubted?

Considering she’s fairly atheist for an elf? You betcha.Plenty of people in her clan always resented her input/advice/opinions onimportant matters. Even the Keeper only let her be Second – Radi doesn’t try tostep on others’ toes and she doesn’t openly try to tell other people how tothink, but her lack of firm belief in the gods definitely meant that she waslooked down on, held back, and not always taken seriously.

Y2. what inspired you to create them?

It’s like this: my last DA OC was pretty nondescript on theoutside but basically scarred beyond recognition on the inside. I thought I’dtry the opposite with Radi: someone with a lot of literal scars but a bit lessof the “acute psychological trauma” side of things (not that there isn’t any,but it’s not the outright paralyzing sort like Bae has). She’s alsoneurotypical, so the scores of things that bother/confuse/upset Bae don’tnecessarily stand out to Radi.

I also have a bit of a hangup about making my OC’s look “tooperfect.” Granted, none of mine have horrible deformities and I’m thrilledevery time someone calls one of them cute, but mine don’t have fancy hair, alot of makeup, large eyes, flawless skin, etc. I’m not complaining becausethat’s 10000% deliberate. I spend much moretime making them look the way they do, not less.

While I definitely wouldn’t call Radi ugly, she does have some verydistinctive features which may or may not be attractive according tostereotypical beauty standards (a very angular jaw, noticeable cheek hollowsthat point to her scarily underweight tendencies rather than nice bonestructure, a cleft and sort of puffy chin, recessed eye sockets and puffy eyes that make her look a lot more squinty/suspicious than she actually is, etc.).

Furthermore, although she’s cis female, I wanted her to bean example of a woman who doesn’t necessarily get positively recognized for heroutward appearances since her features aren’t widely praised (or even widely acknowledged) for women. In fact, a fewpeople have already misgendered her. That actually makes me happy because it shows that Idid my job right.

And, of course, I loved the idea of having a character whohas very visible, very striking scars but actually isn’t that bothered by themcosmetically because they’re proof of just how tough someone can be – even ascrawny mage.

Z4. what’s their dream pet?

She’ll take every opportunity she gets to have a new pet, regardless of species, but she’s fascinated by turtles and tortoises. She’s goodaround most domesticated animals but appreciates the ones that have a quietsteadiness.

[benjvmins-blog]

[ taron egerton ] — meet benjamin mercer, the twenty-five year old male known as the hedonistic. he is a rich kid that used to be an actor / model, but now is a mixologist at the nightwing. he is charming & intelligent, but also reckless & cocky. a song that describes him is don’t threaten me with a good time by panic! at the disco, and he is in carmel because his parents found out about his drug & sex addictions and sent him to carmel in hopes of him getting clean.. 

hello hello, i’m caitlyn, i’m 22 and i live in the CST and tbh i am so, so SO excited be able to open this thanks to ya’ll and i’m also pretty excited to bring this this trash can of a man for ya’ll to see!! i’ve got some more bullet points n things like that for him under the cut and a connections page up right here !! if you’d like to plot with ben, please just IM or like me because i’m super hype to plot w ya’ll!! ( i will be taking a nap for a bit so I won’t be here right when interactions start but i will be shortly after that! )

( tw: mentions of alcohol & drugs. )

BIOGRAPHY.

benjamin was born in wales, however, this was just during a visit home, his parents had moved to the US YEARS before that

his parents are VERY well known actors ( like…. they have a good 30 emmys between them… if not more ) not to mention the fact that his distant relatives was one of the people that funded captiol records…… so they’re all really well known ??

he grew up w/o having to ever lift a finger to literally do anything?? like he never had to do a damn thing which made him extremely spoiled.

however, he wasn’t the only one in the mercer clan, meaning that after he started to get older, the attention was taken off of him and was placed towards his siblings, something he didn’t fully understand and it was something that upset him.

but, even then, he loved his parents and his siblings alike and would do anything for them.

due to his parents having long movie shoots, they were never at home, meaning that ben ( and the many nannies they had ) had to raise his siblings while his parents weren’t around and for that, he resented them. he wanted to go back to the old life oh him not having to do anything.

but as he got older and went to school, he realized that maybe he wanted to do the same thing his parents did.

so he too began to pursue acting and because of his parents having many, many ties to the industry, ben had his first acting gig at the age of 9.

he quickly began to let the spotlight go to his head, causing an ego issue to rise in him even at that age.

however, even if his name was famous, his parents still made him go to school like a normal person and do things that normally people would and that leveled him ever-so-slightly.

there was a few movies that had come out within the last four years one of them being a popular action movie ( think kingsman… of course. ) and a more romantic movie ( think the notebook or la-la land. ) that skyrocked his fame to the point he’s constantly doing press for those and other things that he’s been signed for.

those movies caused a very cocky side of him to come out and he quickly gained the title of “party child” by going out every weekend, having new hook ups every other day, drinking and partying his life away while he had as much fun as he possibly could.

not only did he start partying, he also got into some pretty hard core drugs because he liked the way it made him feel..

and the tabloids quickly caught on to this behavior and addiction and started following him non-stop just to try and make him look as bad as they possibly could

now, normal people would have dropped that lifestyle the second the tabloids began dragging his name through the mud, but not ben.. in fact, he got worse.. going out almost every night, bringing a different hook up home most of those nights, going to strip clubs, regular clubs & bars… anywhere he could get his next “fix”…. it didn’t matter if that was from alcohol. drugs or sex.

after a while of this, his parents had had enough, trying to get him to change via an intervention, which only pissed ben off even more and caused him to become even worse.

so his parents gave him two choices: rehab or carmel, he chose carmel… knowing for a fact his parents wouldn’t follow him out there and that he could probably still get away with most of the things he was doing now.

PERSONALITY.

hides behind a wall of sarcasm, cockiness, anger and lust and doesn’t really care to get to know people. however, if someone were to break past that wall, he’d let them.

wears glasses sometimes but tbh he hates them a lot ???

loves suits… and wears them all the time when he has to do press and whatnot but if he’s out doing anything like that, he wears the hell out of ripped jeans, v-necks and motorcycle jackets more than anything in the world but will also rock tf out of sweats sometimes.

has a motorcycle that is literally his baby and he NEVER lets anyone else touch it when he’s not around like he’s …. a mess when it comes to that thing.

highkey hot mess. h i g h k e y.

fluent in a lot of languages… like a lot

terrified that people will figure out that the’s not the cocky asshole he plays so well because then it would bring up memories from the past that he doesn’t want to talk about.

will flirt w everyone, no matter what. and probably tro to sleep w them as well…

will also try to get people 2 go party w him bc that’s him in a nutshell tbh.

is actually a highkey nerd, like owns 382423 comic books and LOVES to play video games, reads books n is actually v intelligent.

because of his failing relationship, he’s found out that he rather enjoys having the company of hook ups because it’s better than being alone & having to commit to ONE person… aka he a hoe

literally…. is willing to try anything and everything if it means making himself numb to the world for a while..

cares, a lot, but pretends that he hates the world because it’s easier than letting people in.

full of horrible puns & pick up lines …

might be a higkey dom…….. like……. yikes but u know… he likes to be in charge… w everything.

can be extremely cocky ….. most of the time, esp when it comes to his line of work

can be pretty damn persuasive and manipulative when he wants to be.

likes to box, keeps him in shape all while making him look tougher ( ps: he’s probs always got bruised knuckles because of it )

is actually extremely chill once you get to know him, but doing so is a challenge not a lot of people have beaten before.

drinks……. a lot… like….. probably bleeds whiskey

STATS

BASICS

Full Name: Benjamin Reid Mercer. Nickname(s): Ben, Benji. Age: Twenty-five. Date of Birth: October 31st. Zodiac Sign: Scorpio. Place of Birth: Cardiff, Wales. Ethnicity: English  American. Nationality: American. Gender: Male. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Romantic Orientation: Bisexual. Religion: N/A. Occupation: Actor / Model / Mixologist. Language(s) Spoken: Romanian, Gaelic, Welsh, Russian, Japanese, Spanish, French, Italian & English. Accent: None.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Taron Egerton. Hair Color: Brown. Eye Color: Blue. Height: 6′ 0″. Weight: 231 lbs. Build: Fit. Tattoos: too many to count. Piercings: None.

PERSONALITY

Label: The Hedonistic. Positive Traits: Charming, Intelligent, Adventurous. Negative Traits: Reckless, Cocky,  Hedonistic. Fears: Acrophobia, Aphenphosmphobia, Claustrophobia, Aerophobia. Hobbies: Playing video games, playing guitar, reading comics / books, watching movies, boxing, cooking, gambling. Quirks: Believes in karma, carries a “lucky” item with them at all times, fights for animals rights, fights for gender equality, fights for human rights, fights for the legislation of marijuana / other drugs, fights for marriage equality, wears mismatched socks, counts stairs, boxes, enjoys hiking, loves board games, plays a musical instrument, plays with fire, uses pet names for everyone, tells the truth / is brutally honest no matter what, uses bad puns whenever possible. Likes: Rain, cars, shoes, boxing, baseball, football, nighttime, fall, traveling, partying, adventures, swimming, art, astronomy, greek history, tattoos, whiskey. Dislikes: seafood, heat, hugs, cuddling, staying in.

FAMILY

Father: Graham Mercer. Mother: Marie Mercer. Sibling(s): Two younger siblings. Pet(s): One husky named Balto & one tuxedo persian cat named Lucifer. Financial Status: High Class.

TESTS

Myers-Briggs: ESTP-A Enneagram: Type 8 ( The Challenger. ) Temperament: Choleric. Hogwarts House: Slytherin.

[awaragainstboredom]

Writer’s Block: The RPG Method Part 2

I continue on with Rota’s background by adding in the other NPCs that have played an important role in her upbringing. I kind of had to go back an touch up on more with everyone of them. Though there are some like her father Beolf, that I haven’t done yet, because his is a more complicated tale, and also a lot of the plot with a lot of the characters in Rota’s backstory revolve around Beolf. At some point I will have to finish what I came up for with him. The same goes for Tsubame, Ilsa’s adventuring and life partner. I’ve always like the Avarial elves, and I came up with a clan that migrated to the eastern kingdom of Shou, where they were seen another form of Tengu, or Hengeyokai, and not as elves. Things to think about. Anyways, here you go:

Rota’s friends and family character background

Mother: Herja Grendelstadt   Class: Barbarian\Race: Tiefling (rumored to be descended from a Balor)\Age :(is only for wine) Ht: 6’7 and ¾\Wt:(Of her boot on your head if you ask this question)

Herja is brash, bold, loud and outspoken. Though she does come off as crass, she actually kind hearted and is ready to aid those she cares about when in need. Has no tolerance for idleness and laziness. She is quick to get to the point. She was really distant and even rougher around the edges in the beginning, being that she was raised by her father in the mountains and her later years by the man Thorin who killed her father in a duel (Thorin left her the farm before he passed away, because he owed it to her, and he knew his own two children didn’t want to keep it).

Of course when she became closer to her adventuring party, she started to warm up to people, but in her own brutish sort of way. Beolf, “The skald who never shuts up” would eventually marry and settle down with was a major element in her change. She shows everyone that she has moved on after his death, but is curious about how her husband really died.

Herja cares deeply for Rota, and wants her to be strong, so that she may be able to fend for herself and protect others. This is why she put her through a bunch of crazy training routines and made her work hard on the farm, from age 5 -12 and then at 18 after her first year of apprenticeship under Dragnar (in which she kicked her ass in a duel sent her back to Dragnar and scolded him for “shitty training”).

She also knows what it’s like to see your father die right in front of your eyes, and wants Rota to find strength inside herself with that tragedy. She waits to see her daughter again to see how her training has gone, and also she likes her, she guesses…

She also has two adopted siblings, who are Thorin’s children and are also tieflings. Olaf, who left the farm to become a sailor, and Kara, who left to learn the magic arts (rumors say she was a wizard school dropout, but is a powerful magic user).

Godfather: Touchstone (Real name unknown, or has forgotten) \Race: Human Class: Wizard/Hedonist\Age: (Whatever you want me to be…) \Height 5’9 Wt: 140

The genius (and handsome) wizard Touchstone was Rota’s Beolf’s closest (and handsomest) friend since he started adventuring. They met each other in Waterdarvia, after Touchstone got in a bind from gambling with some ruffians. Beolf , starving and lacking funds saw that Touchstone had plenty of coin(and plenty of good looks), and was able to fool the thugs and get away with(the fetching) Touchstone. In the end, he was going to use (the sexy) Touchstone to take his cash for deescalating the situation, but was up front with him about it. But (the striking)Touchstone knew that was his plan, and was looking for someone else to distract them while he would cast a spell unnoticed to get out of the situation. The opportunist saw the opportunist, and thus their (beautiful, but remember I am the prettiest) friendship began.

He took care of Rota when she was sent off to Hippocampus Scale at age 12 to be safe from Jarl Falken and his cult, and to teach her the magic she had always wanted to learn (a more fervent request seeing she wanted to find out what magic killed her father). Touchstone saw that Beolf always wanted to nurture her mind, so he made sure that she had plenty of books that He saw that she was really adept at learning spell formulas and theory (she learned it a lot faster than those who had been learning it at an earlier age in life), but the fact that she could not connect to mana meant she couldn’t go any further in Mage School.

However he didn’t give up on encouraging Rota to look at magic in different ways. And he had her tutor wizards that had issues with script or language barrier problems when it came to reading formulas and theory, and also tutored languages for those that needed it. He figured that her doing this she was able to make friends and be seen as reliable to students who were having a hard time in the Academy.

Another strength he saw in her was magic combat, and though she couldn’t cast spells, she was asked to come in to be the aggressor/protector in the lessons, and in turn learned a good deal on how to handle wizards straight ahead, and understanding what type of spell they might be casting themselves or for her. Touchstone also saw this as a good opportunity to boost her confidence against the students that bullied her, by understanding real life tactics (and a bit of physical dominance).

He saw there was a little spark inside of her that would allow her to be able to use magic, and thought that perhaps continuing with physical training might ignite that out of her releasing the magic power within her. And she thus at age 17 she was sent to learn under Dragnar, who could also help look after her and the book.

Touchstone is a master spell caster and a savant in understanding spells in formula and in action. He is also a hedonist, and probably would be considered to be among the Pantheon of Arch-mages. That is if he actually wouldn’t be running around embracing major amounts of debauchery. How he is an instructor at Hippocampus Scale is beyond a lot of people, but his lessons have a 100% success rate (so he says).

He is incredibly sardonic, acerbic, a big fan of gallows humor, a narcissist, and always has wine in hand. Despite all that, he is a caring individual, it’s just how he deals with things in life. He is very protective of Rota, and makes sure that he strengthens her mind to handle the trials of life (though he regrets he wasn’t able to help her with that awkward personality and anger she has as much as he wanted to).

He doesn’t feel bad that he gave her the book that her father was coveting from the cult, because with eyes on him at Hippocampus Scale, it was better off with her as she went to train under Dragnar. On a side note, Touchstone regrets getting her addicted to the “Darkblade Chronicles”, an epic series written by Val Ros’help about Sehl, a brooding Warrior Mage Half Moon Elf Damphir with magical longswords that are possessed by his dead siblings, who are also sorcerers.  

Weapon Master: Dragnar Fafnirson Class: Fighter\Race: Human (a child of a dragon blooded sorcerer)\Age: 48\Ht: 6’5

Rota’s master in her weapons training. The grizzled mountain of a man is also a close friend to Herja, Beolf and Touchstone. He is the son of heroes who were disappointed in him turning down learning magic to take up the sword. He was the reluctant leader of their adventuring party and would get into heated arguments with Herja about battle tactics being the brains of the operation. Dragnar is all about timing and patience, and understanding one’s terrain when fighting the enemy. They were also in an on and off relationship, before Herja started having feelings for Beolf. This caused Beolf and him to become rivals for Herja’s affection, but in the end she chose the bard. Dragnar, though bitter about them being together, was supportive of them and was always there for them. He even helped on the farm and gave gifts on the holidays.

When Touchstone couldn’t teach Rota anymore, he sent her to learn with him. Dragnar saw that her fighting style is wild like her mother’s, which made him work to reign in her rage and fight with more control. Though he also teaches her that you can’t be to controlled in fighting and must find a flow, and there is nothing wrong with cockiness in a fight as long as it remains in the “flow” and you can use it to psyche out your opponents.  

Dragnar believes: “Swordplay without swagger is like rain without clouds. Sure, it’s possible, but only because the wind brought it from a cloud in the first place. Just like that, your swagger will always be there in your swordwork no matter how distant you are to it.” Rota laughs at this advice, every time she thinks about it, and dubbed the “Dragnar Style” as: “Sword and Swagger”.

He sent Rota to meet her mother in a remote area, so that she could test out her daughter’s new fighting prowess after a year of training her. Herja won in small matter of time, and chewed out Dragnar for his “shitty training”. Ashamed, Dragnar spent the next 5 years training her more, and sent her out on her own to gain experience and hopefully will be ready to take on her mother and prove that she is strong enough to protect herself.

Five years after Beolf died, He and Herja had started seeing each other again,  on and off. Dragnar loves Herja, but knows that she only sees it as a physical relationship, because of Beolf. This is why he always gives out a long sigh when deep in thought. Rota, actually found out about it when she accidentally walked in on them making out, but was unnoticed. Touchstone knew before Rota and calls Dragnar “Your Mom’s Special Sword”.

The Dragnar Style is a known Two Weapon style ranging from an assortment of weapons, dragon wing like cross slashes and being adept at throwing them.

Secret Godparent: Ilsa Hildrsdottir Class: Ranger\Race: Dwarf\Age:??\Ht: 4’5\Wt: 90 lbs.

The cool and collective Ilsa. The ranger of the party, who originally left because of her partner and lover Tsubame died. Ilsa was a bounty hunter and Tsubame was an occult investigator. They worked mostly on occult based cases, and on one of their cases they clashed with Dragnar, Herja, Beolf, and Touchstone (Beolf called his group “The Spoilers”, much to his party’s dismay). Ilsa and Tsubame were bitter rivals with the other group, and would every once in a while run into each other for the same job. Eventually on a mission they ended up uniting their forces, which led to she and Tsubame becoming a part of the team, thus  making them a force to be reckoned with.

In the situation involving “The Order of the Unsung Rhyme”, summoning something from beyond that almost devoured the entire party, Tsubame called upon the power of her patron and sacrificed herself in order to save the rest of the party from death. After she died, the party was broken up, but not as much as Ilsa, who left the group because she was devastated and wished she went with Tsubame. A few years after Ilsa left the party, they disbanded, retired and went on with their lives. Ilsa had only come back to the world for Rota’s birth (in secret with Beolf and Herja), and Beolf’s funeral. Beolf’s death angered her even more and tempered her vow of vengeance against “The Order of the Unsung Rhyme”.

Ilsa has been the secondary form of insurance to protect Rota from within the shadows, finding out who would be a threat and who works for the Jarl and his cult.  Many a silent arrow shot, and many a throat has been slit, though Rota will never know. And in some way this acts as vengeance for Tsubame and Beolf.

When Rota went to train with Dragnar, Ilsa assisted her in Archery lessons, and speed. She did what she could to help her with walking silently, but just gave up. She taught her to read and speak Dwarven. Despite her gruff exterior, she is a very talkative person, and an avid reader, which is why she and Beolf got along so well. She and Rota go on and on about books they read, and she too is a fan of the “Darkblade Chronicles”, her favorite character is “Hard Target” the Dwarven Sniper Ranger with her bow, “Chill-bane” which is made from the bone of a frost giant’s spine. When they talk books, she sees a lot of Beolf in Rota. She also is a fan of sweets. She once almost killed Touchstone for eating her pie (This incident gave birth to Beolf song a called: The Pie Thief of the White Whale).

Though Touchstone and Dragnar don’t know it, but if anything was to happen to Herja and Touchstone, she would be the one to take care of Rota until she was old enough to be on her own.

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Breaking Point

Vengeful Babes Week - Day 5: Future

Day: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Huzzah! I finished Vengeful Babes Week! Yaaay! This particular shot is inspired by the now-canon fact that Dani would’ve moved in with the Fentons had the series continued, but it doesn’t include “Phantom Planet” for reasons you’ll see. ;) Enjoy!

Danny had always known he and Valerie had a complicated relationship. Their short stint of dating appeared to be the peak of it, yet thankfully it had mellowed out into the usual social awkward friendship status with Fenton and a mutual acknowledgement of being frenemies with Phantom.

But now the issue of dating had made things complicated again.

Only this time, Valerie was dating Dani. And Dani was moving in with the Fentons.

Danny was completely fine with his cousin and hunter dating. They'd seem to really hit it off after rescuing Danielle from Vlad. He just hadn't anticipated the consequences.

When Dani moved in as the newest member of the Fenton clan, Valerie began to hang out at Fenton Works a whole lot more. It would've been okay, but Danny could see the way Valerie was always on high alert, making sure her half-ghost girlfriend was safe in a house of unsuspecting ghost hunters.

Or so she thought.

Unfortunately, she was keeping too close of an eye on things for Danny's comfort. He himself was already doing a good job of keeping Dani and her secret safe. He taught her how to keep a straight face if and when one of his parent's inventions ever honed in on her ecto-signature.

It's just that Valerie didn't know these things. She knew that Phantom was also keeping an eye on Dani, and that Fenton wouldn't harm her anyway, but she didn't know they were one and the same. That she never needed to worry, regardless of which Danny her girlfriend was hanging out with.

But one night, after Valerie had gone home, Danielle came into Danny's bedroom with some troubling news.

"She knows."

Danny nearly choked on his soda and scrambled up off of his bed. He knew exactly what she meant, but he still shouted, "What?!"

"Well, she sort of does." Dani walked casually across the room, plopping down in her cousin's desk chair. "When I was saying goodbye to her just now, she asked me if there were any other half-ghosts besides me and Vlad. I told her I wasn't sure, but then she told me she thinks that you and Phantom are the same guy. She made me promise not to tell, but I think the circumstances deem otherwise."

Danny looked paler than he did in his ghost form. He started pacing around the room, speaking his thoughts aloud. "This is bad. This is so bad..."

Dani just slouched back in the chair, more amused than anything else. "I think it's kind of funny." After Danny's death glare, she continued, "Look, she knows I'm half-ghost, and she hasn't tried to shoot at Phantom in a long time. You guys are friends, I think you should tell her."

"Are you nuts?" Danny turned to her, his face twisted in panic. "After everything that's happened between us - if she found out it was me who did all those things she hunted Phantom for, t-that would...oh man, I can't even imagine how she'd react!"

The room fell silent as Danny's head filled with over-dramatic scenarios. Dani felt torn between wanting to help him, and wanting to laugh over how ridiculous the whole snafu was.

"You gotta convince her I'm not Phantom," Danny finally said.

"Oh, come on! I say we just let her suspicions simmer for a little while, have some fun with it. I'll pretend to spy on you like she asked-"

"She WHAT?!"

Danny was now in Dani's face, his hands gripping her shoulders with a death grip. She finally couldn't help herself and burst into full-on laughter.

"Danny, relax. Look, I really don't think she would hurt you if she found out. If she was going to, I think she would've just flown right up here and done it the moment she had the idea."

Danny's hands fell to his sides, and he returned to pacing.

"It'll be okay. I'll keep her at enough of a distance, but maybe we can play a few tricks in the meantime, alright?" Dani watched his shoulders finally surrender their tension.

"Fine," Danny sighed.

"Yes!" Dani hopped up to give her cousin a hug. "This is gonna be so fun!"

It was Danny's turn to laugh. "Val sure knows how to pick 'em," he deadpanned.

A pillow from his bed effectively silenced him.

It had been a little over a week since "Operation: Craze the Hunter" had been approved, and Valerie was nearing her breaking point.

It was like they were purposely teasing her, she was sure of it! Every little denial of her not-so-subtle prodding, Dani's surprisingly unhelpful spying, and Phantom's muffled laughter whenever she turned her back were starting to wear on her.

Everything seemed to click into place when the adoption papers for Dani were approved. When Jack first called her "Dani Fenton," Valerie could've smacked herself. As much as she loved her girlfriend, she really needed to work on original names.

And Danny needed to do a better job of protecting his alter ego.

This fool-proof evidence had Valerie nearly bursting at the seams. The day after Dani was officially adopted, Valerie went with her and Danny to the mall for some lunch.

She spent most of the time debating in her head how she was going to bring the topic up, make Danny spill. Right before the group left their table, Val pulled Dani aside.

"I need you to keep Danny distracted for a few minutes, then just go to his car in the parking lot," was her only instruction.

Dani stared at her suspiciously. "What are you gonna do, Val?"

"Let's just say, Phantom's going to need to make a very quick appearance." She smirked, then pulled Dani in for a quick kiss. "Just remember I still love you. Nothing bad is gonna happen."

Before Dani could respond, Valerie was walking out the mall doors, a clever grin on her face. Danny would have to use his powers, probably before he even had a chance to transform. His secret's time was up.

She ducked into the parking lot and in between two cars, then willed her suit to cover her body from head to toe. When the two Fentons finally walked past her hiding spot, she put her plan into action.

Valerie flew out on her jet sled from between the cars, stealthily flying behind the two just until...

"Watch out!"

The shout came from Valerie, who was planning to shoot at the ground right behind Dani as if there was a ghost there. The plan was to make Danny's protective instincts kick into gear.

But right as she pulled the trigger on her ecto-gun, Phantom phased into view right in front of her...with Fenton still completely human at Dani's side. She barely had time to register the ray of ice power that froze her gun before Phantom was flying off with a cocky smirk, baiting her to chase him and get them away from the humans.

But Dani and Danny were right there, both staring at her dumbfounded under the pretense that neither of them knew who the Red Huntress was.

"I...don't worry, I'll get that ghost," Valerie promised, keeping up the ruse.

She took off swiftly into the air, pretending like she was going after Phantom, but instead altered her course. She was going to Fenton Works.

She'd reach the breaking point.

"So apparently Val's back at our place," Dani told Danny, pocketing her phone. "I think you won."

"Not quite yet," Danny replied, driving his jeep through the streets of Amity Park.

Dani groaned, leaning her head back. "Oh come on! That duplicate stunt you pulled back there was pretty cruel, man."

He chuckled, turning onto their street. "Hey, you said yourself we should have a little fun."

"True," Dani conceded with a tiny grin. "But still, I think it's safe to tell her now. I'll be in the room just in case though."

"Yeah, alright..."

Danny put his jeep in park in Fenton Works' driveway, then went inside with Danielle. After some invisible searching, they found Val laying on Dani's bed, watching some show on TV.

Instead of going back out into the hall, however, Danny floated carefully in the air beside the bed, prompting Dani to do the same. With a deep breath, he then popped into sight, as his human self.

After the scream ended, Danny calmly said, "Hey, Val, there's something I gotta tell you..."